A new day had begun and Raze was already awake, having risen before the sun with an internal clock that refused to acknowledge the concept of sleeping in regardless of how exhausted the previous day had left him.
His morning routine proceeded with the same methodical efficiency it always did. Stretching to work out the stiffness that accumulated overnight, washing with cool water that shocked away lingering grogginess, dressing in the Academy tracksuit that had become standard daily wear. His reflection showed someone who looked rested enough despite the limited sleep, the clean fatigue from productive training rather than concerning exhaustion.
Outside, the kingdom was beginning to stir. Voices drifted from the barracks where early risers were already preparing for their day, and the smell of breakfast cooking in the Mess Hall suggested someone had taken initiative to start meal preparation before the general population woke.
