Early morning practices and another tired day.
The Commander had gotten used to a lingering tiredness behind his eyes as he went through each day. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to get as much sleep as he wanted to even when he did have the opportunity.
If he held still for too long, he was certain he could nod off. It was an impossible situation because at times he did have to sit at a desk when he would rather be running around with the knighthood or patrolling the hills over the beautiful valley he was now allowed to call home.
And, boy, was it beautiful.
Henry stood in his bedroom, one that was larger than any home he had ever lived in while growing up. His dark eyes went along the windows that looked towards the southeastern end of the valley. He could see the ancient wall segment from where he stood.
