A Good Morning? 2

Ailwin had woken up at the crack of dawn. Well, more like he never actually went to sleep.

Rolling out of bed, he looked haggard. His mind was still thinking about all that happened the night before.

Did I move too fast? Should I have waited?

Ailwin's train of though continued like this until him and Braeden were sparring in the ring, and Braeden was able to land a solid right hook on his jaw, knocking off his feet.

The soldiers' around the sparring gasped in surprise. They had never seen their Commander take a hard hit like that to the face, even from their General.

Ailwin was snapped back into the present when his butt hit the ground.

"Hey man, you okay?" Braeden asked, but there was a proud smirk on his face from landing the punch.

"Yeah, yeah...it was a luck shot." Ailwin mumbled.