The world he knew changed. His fake father who supported the crown of Vailnia was accused of treason, only to be cleared a few days later. The accusers given only a slice on the cheek.
He was powerless, only a chest left of their once bountiful house. The horses traveled lightly, as their neighs echoed.
His mother knew the man who was to take him in. She called him his family, and told him to be on his best behavior. She ran away after falling in love and into bed with someone rather high up. His mother then pretended to fall for a nobleman from a different country.
She left without a note. The only thing that remained to identify his mother was a necklace, and a letter he was to give his father.
The memory of his mother flowed through him. A woman with Straight organish hair unlike his dark thick curls. Her face narrow and regal.
His fake father often complained but him looking like his mother with his hair color. The man would often say you don't look like my son, but a b***** who I took in, whose head was dyed.
The last memory of his mother played like a river rushing forward. "I contacted him, but received no reply. You are going to go anyway. You are going to go to your father.Take this necklace." His mother handed him a simple gold chain that held a locket. The locket had a crest he had never seen before. "Take this locket and do not open it. Leave your father, open it." There's a letter you are to take. Tell him, I'm sorry."
The rest of the memory was difficult. His eyes darted from the inside of the lavish carriage to a castle.
He was powerless, only a chest left of their once bountiful house. The horses traveled lightly, as their neighs echoed.
His mother knew the man who was to take him in. She called him his family, and told him to be on his best behavior. She ran away after falling in love and into bed with someone rather high up. His mother then pretended to fall for a nobleman from a different country.
She left without a note. The only thing that remained to identify his mother was a necklace, and a letter he was to give his father.
The memory of his mother flowed through him. A woman with Straight organish hair unlike his dark thick curls. Her face narrow and regal.
His fake father often complained but him looking like his mother with his hair color. The man would often say you don't look like my son, but a b***** who I took in, whose head was dyed.
The last memory of his mother played like a river rushing forward. "I contacted him, but received no reply. You are going to go anyway. You are going to go to your father.Take this necklace." His mother handed him a simple gold chain that held a locket. The locket had a crest he had never seen before. "Take this locket and do not open it. Leave your father, open it." There's a letter you are to take. Tell him, I'm sorry."
The rest of the memory was difficult. His eyes darted from the inside of the lavish carriage to a castle.
His life was going to be different than in Vailnia. He heard how the wed powerful men often fathered children, and left them to their own. Children born out of wedlock received no support. So, why would his mother send him here?
He should turn around and abandon his mother's silly little request. Least he be forced into the position of help, or given death.
Alva thought for a moment and kissed a ring that sat on his finger. A Black crow emerged.
He should turn around and abandon his mother's silly little request. Least he be forced into the position of help, or given death.
Alva thought for a moment and kissed a ring that sat on his finger. A Black crow emerged.
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