"I couldn't find her." He looked defeated. "I wanted to find the woman who gave birth to my uncles child. I wanted to understand why she never brought his babe to the castle."
"What color hair did your uncle have?" I asked gently.
"His hair was much like mine, mother once said if I didn't have the scar on my face uncle and I would have resembled him more than my own father." He smirked with a small huff of air. "The only difference are your eyes, instead of sea green, you have the dark eyes of your father." I chuckled as he raised his voice a few octaves, impersonating his mother.
"Perhaps her mother feared your parents would think the truth was a ploy. Marigold has golden hair, not dark brown."
"And her eyes?" He asked tilting his head so it could rest on the top of mine.
"A brillia
