Morning was not Saralegui's best time of the day. At all. It had never been a problem back home, where no one but Belias saw him so early and he never left his room until he was dressed and fed and well-awake. Here, however, where he didn't have as much privacy and was expected to be up early each morning for training and missions, it was something of an issue. But he couldn't exactly make himself just not be a heavy sleeper and a slow waker, right?

Even at a more normal hour of the morning, he would have been groggy, so this was just ungodly, really. Stirred from his sleep by Yuuri's frantic shaking, the king groaned and rolled over without urgency, lifting his head blearily. Half-awake, he only caught the tail end of Yuuri's words, and scowled.

"Tell Sasuke to get out..." he mumbled, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes.