They're Going To Greet The King
The following morning, Theron woke up with a sudden sense of excitement bubbling in his chest. The sun had barely risen, and yet he was already wide awake, eager for the day ahead.
'Isn't it too early?' Theron asked himself as he sat dumbfoundedly at the end of his bed. It was too early, but he couldn't seem to fall asleep again.
"So, what should I do now?" Theron muttered in the air as he finally stood up. He walked closer to the window of his room and opened the curtains, peeking into the garden. In there, he saw their knights training so hard early in the morning. It was part of their usual daily routine.
"Maybe I'll join them, first." Theron deeply sighed. He changed into his training outfit immediately and went running downstairs. His sword was already with Maximus.