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WARRIOR 2

I smiled as I walked into the throne room after my guard shift. I really wanted to check on Brady but it was close to midnight so I figured he was asleep. Maybe it won't hurt to stop by and just make sure he's ok. Instead of walking to my room I walked to Brady's. When I reached the door I opened it and peered in only to see Brady peacefully sleeping, soft mumbling coming from said boy. I smiled softly at my almost boyfriend before closing the door and walking to my own room for some needed rest.

The Next Morning

"Mikayla, wake up. Come on baby girl, it's time for you to get up." I groaned slightly before opening my eyes to see my dad standing beside my bed, a small smile on his face. "Good morning daddy." I smiled as I climbed out of bed. "Do I have a patrol today?" I questioned as I walked over to my dresser.

"Instead of you patrolling today I want you to keep an eye on the kings while they train and help King Brady if he needs it." I nodded my head. "Sure thing daddy!" My dad smiled before he walked out of the room. I quickly changed clothes and brushed my hair before walking to the throne room.

"Good morning my kings!" I greeted as I walked into the room to find Boomer and Boz standing there in fight school uniforms. "Good morning Mikayla." The two brothers mumbled. "Are you excited for your first day of fight school?" I questioned eagerly. The kings shook their heads. "Not really. Did you know we have to get up at 8:00! That's like, four hours too early!" Boomer complained. I mentally rolled my eyes. "A good warrior can get up at any time and be prepared to fight."

"Then where is Brady, hmm?" Boz fired back. I stared at the two in disbelief. "Brady is an injured warrior. He has to sleep in order to regain his strength." Boz sighed. "Can you at least go get him? I want to spend my first time at fight school with both of my brothers." I nodded my head. "Alright. I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you two and Brady anyways so it would be easier if he was in here." Boomer and Boz nodded before I left the room to go wake up Brady.

When I reached Brady's room I slowly opened the door and walked inside to find Brady lying on his back, fast asleep. His hands rested on his stomach and he was breathing deeply. I smiled at the sight before I slowly shook Brady's arm, taking care not to hit his chest. "Wake up Brady. It's time to get up." When this didn't do anything I leaned down and gave Brady a small kiss before pulling away. Brady's eyes slowly opened.

"Mikayla? What are you doing in here?" Brady spoke with a very sleepy tone and a yawn. "I'm here to wake you up silly." I smiled at the boy king in front of me, causing Brady to smile slightly before he turned to the clock. "It's 8:10 already. I slept in a lot later then I meant to." Brady sighed.

"It's alright Brady. You're still healing. It's ok if you sleep in a little. You could use some rest." Brady nodded his head. "I'll trust you on this one Makoola." He teased. I smiled and shook my head in response. "Come on Parker, it's time to get up." Brady smiled before he tried to sit up, causing him to wince and slump back down. I felt bad for Brady, considering how his chest probably hurt quite a bit.

"Here, let me help you." I reached over to help Brady sit up. Together we were able to help him sit up, Brady whimpering in pain the entire time. "I know it hurts. I'm sorry Brady." I rubbed his shoulder, trying to comfort him before I remembered the painkillers. I reached over and grabbed the bottle before dumping two out of it and handing them to Brady. "Thanks." Brady mumbled as he took the pills and swallowed them. I smiled before helping Brady to climb out of bed.

"I can still walk Mikayla" Brady teased as he stood up. I smiled. "I'm just trying to help. I don't think anyone would appreciate it if you ripped your stitches because you didn't want any help." Brady smiled and shook his head in response before walking over to his dresser where Lanny had placed his clothes the night before. Brady quickly dug through his clothes until he found a white t-shirt, black jeans, and his favorite pair of shoes; his black converse.