As the night wears on and Rives patrols his portion of the battlements, the dull surroundings and time for self reflection begin to take their toll. He tried hard to think of the last time he'd had been truly, unreservedly happy. As much as he loved working with the horses, he did not like being with the other stable boys. They had only let him be after he bested some of the older ones in staves. That might have been almost enjoyable, except beating Rives at staves (or at least trying) was a sport for the older boys.
No, the last time he had truly been happy was hiding among the piles of laundry in the laundry room when he was still small enough to be with his mother. A small smile crosses his lips as he looks out over the surrounding terrain. It seemed so long ago and far off. He hoped his mother was still all right. He hoped his mother had found some other place to work now that he was gone. He hoped she didn't miss him as much as he missed her. With that thought, tears began to wet his eyes... With a big sigh be bit his lip and gripped his spear tightly, hoping to stave off the flood of tears he felt welling up inside.