One would think that after months worth of sleeping on the ground, you would sleep like a rock the moment you were able to sleep in a bed once again. However, that was seldom the case for the knights.
Sir Alix, while always an early riser, woke up before daylight could even think of peeking into his room and his heart raced when he didn't recognize his surroundings or the heat emanating from the small fireplace in his room. His hand was hovering over the fine silver blade hanging on the wooden bedpost, ready to draw and strike whatever disturbed his slumber. He had sat up with a start and his shoulders heaved while his heart raced.
He tossed the simple blanket he used off of himself and sat up completely. He rested his face in his hands while he calmed down and woke up properly.
