Ryan woke to the sound of rain hammering against the window like gunfire.
His head felt heavy, his body protested every movement. Yesterday, after the tavern, they had returned to the arena watching the melees till they stopped in the early evening. Ryan, Eleanor and the brothers had stayed out much longer than they should have, and now they were paying for it. Well not Eleanor, she didn't have knight training.
"Ryan." Jared's voice, tired and flat. "Get up."
Ryan groaned and pulled the blanket over his head.
"Come on," Jared added, sounding equally exhausted. "Knight training doesn't care if you're tired."
Ryan forced himself upright, blinking against the grey light filtering through the rain-streaked glass. Outside, the world was dark and wet, the sky a uniform sheet of clouds.
Today is going to be miserable.
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Body conditioning was brutal.
