As doom approaches I watch the rainbows bloom
This is your home, and it likely has been for years. You each have your own room decorated your way. There are a few rooms dedicated to training and sparring.
William was doing his early rounds, walking outside and making sure none of the children had snuck out during the night. His cane clicked on the stone pathway with each limping step.
The day was beautiful and clear, a nice day to be outside. Perhaps he'd take the children outside to teach them today. It would give them a change of scenery they probably needed. He knew what it was like to be cooped up. He was sometimes cooped up in his office for hours on end. He would try and get out, but he didn't get where he was without hard work.
He cleared his throat and headed back to the house. Breakfast would be almost done by now. He tried to keep a fairly regular schedule to give the children some semblance of normalcy. It was good to keep to a schedule. He nodded to himself and slipped inside, hanging his coat up on a hook.