cried when he saw me, squinting

ect in his green eyes, the same I noticed

his dirty face, looking up at me expectedly. His dirty blonde hair fell in his fac

I forgot the sound of my

nothing but blood and violence, and slaughter soon replaced any shred of laughter. I soon forgot what the feeling of a smile felt like; the feeling of your

t this relax

crouched down next to him. “Who are yo

ed, his fat face glowing crimson as he looked at

owneyes from when I was a young boy, hanging out of a window to the palace when I

oyish smugness—my smile nearly faltered. The boy’s long hair, his s

not read my bloodline. Foolish of me to even entertain the thought of

I grabbed the boy’s hands and as

t of emotion behind the proclamation–just p

is body out. He was quite chubby, and the hole in the wall was quite small. I didn’t want him get

his waist still stuck inside, a woman’s s

rying to sne

weight. “Pull me out or I will be punished by a big devil!” His eyes wi

“Who is the big devil?” I probably referred to the King or Queen as that growing up

ers, and head were dragged back inside. The last thing I saw o

minutes, perhaps the nosey and

nonsense, but I wanted to make sure the “big devil” he menti

er voice was rigid and threatening, and I heard the boy’s

thing in my chest didn’t feel right. She sounded

to reprimand the boy properly, then return back home. She may be one of the wives t

,” I ordered one of t

Birds chirping was the only response to

I demanded, my tone sharpeni

red back at me in

mouth nearly hanging open at the

ord,” the servant stated, his forehead wrinkling,

dulously, and now it was

order four years ag

k, violently, as if it impal

me. The deception that fueled my anger enough to help me through battles, at least in the beginning. As the war raged

le I was forgetting her. Who knew what state

boy locked a