[CasiraghiTrio]

(fiction)
Prince William rolls over in his thousand-thread-count sheets and yawns. "Aiy, is it morning already?" He stretches and yawns a bit more, rolls over, thinks he feels Kate besides him, then he realizes, "oh yeah we broke up, darn..." He sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "Morning Highness," a servant holding a delicious-looking cake greets him. "Oh yeah, it's my birthday. How old am I again?"
"25 Highness.... and several pounds richer according to the Telegraph!"
William breaks into a large grin. "Right on, pass me a slice of that cake, hey?"