Great. Morning - Ivan's very worst time of day. For him, night was the best time. For one thing, he managed to have silence, and nobody necessarily bothered him. It wasn't that he hated everyone, really... he did just genuinely prefer his own company, especially when vampires weren't his favourite sort of people. Not when he was practically forced into being Ambrose's guardian and protector as he slept. He didn't mind Ambrose, really. In fact, he rather liked the boy... to an extent, at least. All vampires had to be held back a little, and Ivan's general rule was to keep his emotions guarded and not get close to people. Currently stirring in his bed, with hazel eyes adjusting to the morning sun lightly sneaking in through his blinds, he made very little attempt to actually move. He was known for lounging about and sleeping most the day, and it got him into trouble, of course, even despite the fact he had only technically been around them and Ambrose for a short week. But already he had made his mark. Yawning lazily, wrapping his body around the duvet and staying cocooned amongst blankets and pillows, he did attempt to get back to sleep - an increasingly hard task when the family he worked for were stirring awake themselves. Sighing to himself, a sound heavy with exhaustion and slight annoyance, he had to drag himself from the comfort his bed had brought simply in order to get to his feet. Pulling his long hair up into a messy bun, he took all of twenty minutes to pull on his robes - golden and black, swirling designs covering the soft silk fabric, he did look like he belonged amongst the royals, even if he came from particularly lowly beginnings. Finally forcing himself out of his little room, he went immediately to search for Ambrose. The dark, dim corridors were something he had been particularly wary of when first arriving... though the darkness in the castle was something he was now used to. Absently admiring the portraits lining the walls, he finally arrived outside one of the many doors, petting his silky blonde hair down before a gentle tapping on the door sounded, his smooth, somewhat feminine voice sounding; "Sire? Are you awake yet...? I'm sure it's time for breakfast now, sire."