Henry woke up abnormally early even though the commander told him to get as much sleep as possible before the journey they had ahead of them. He was feeling strangely giddy and full of dread at the same time. His heart was pulled all which ways of not wanting to go and knowing if he went and succeeded that big things were in store for him.
He had bathed before the banquet so all he needed to do was wash his face and comb out his hair before he was able to go forth and see what was in store for him that day.
He didn't want to linger for too much longer, so he gave his onyx sword and Passing of Honor medal a final goodbye and left his room. It would probably be covered in dust the next time he saw it. There was a tinge of sadness in his heart at the thought.
When he went outside, being met with the ice-cold air of late winter, he was expecting to see the knight's area devoid of any other people.
