One Sunday afternoon, shortly after returning to the castle from church, Prince Calvin shouted something quite ornery at his sweet mother. She, and the King, sent the red faced prince directly to the bench where all disagreeable children spend their time. The Queen and King got to chatting, and before they realized it, forty minutes had sped by, and not a peep had been heard from the prince.
Their obliviousness was only broken after Princess Azure sauntered up the stairs and inquired as to why on earth Prince Calvin was sleeping on the hard entry way floor.
Sure enough, while investigating her query, they discovered Prince Calvin, fast asleep within arm's length of the bench. They swept him away at once, and tucked him under his homemade covers, to enjoy a cozier slumber.
Not a soul east, and not a soul west has ever come close to pilfering Prince Calvin's well deserved title. Bless you, my dear, sweet, Best-Time-Out-Taker ever. Bless you.