Malcolm was having a wonderful dream. He was the King of England. He had founded out that his real father was King Arthur and he inherited the throne from him. It was sort of out of place since Malcolm was from Scotland. His first and middle name were Scottish Kings. But it was obviously the book he was reading that filtered into his dreams.
That wasn't the only thing. A servant came into his throne room that looked like his sister. She told him he had to clean his room. It wasn't until what she said filtered into the conversation and made no sense. When he became confused, he woke up. Since he was balanced rather oddly on his bed, he fell to the ground and muttered an, "Ow..."
Stretching and yawning, he squinted at his sister, "Hmmm... hi, Maddy!" He gave her a bright smile. Maybe if he played innocent she won't yell at him.