It's been only a week since Aren's father, the late king passed away. There was still a buffer where his orders persist, but soon the ever expanding empire had to have a leader, him. Of course his family had taken some time to mourn the death, but he was also assured that they would be helping him as much as they could to lead him on the path to become an even greater king.
After the house calmed down yesterday Saffrine had snuck into his room to tell him somthing in secret. She asked him to come see her this morning to do something about the passing on of the bond of the Fleur or something. It sounded important even if he didn't understand much. It always felt like she and his father had a few secrets and it would only be natural for him to take over the resposibility for whatever it was that his father had been hiding.
That still left him rather anxious though for what was about to happen when he awoke in his royal bedroom, a bit earlier than normal with the orange tint of the sunrise illuminating the palace.