Dulphus’ POV
I clench my hands at my sides, remembering the dirty way the bastard king would look at my mother. Her tan hardened complexion wasn’t something most men found favorable at the time but he had been enamored by it.
All too pleased when my lovely younger sister had inherited the foreign traits.Though, she was as kind and sweet as my mother was. She was much more fragile.
Time had hardened my mother and she was the strongest person I knew, including all the powerful queen pythonissams but my sister was fragile.
A determined mind but a heart that was much too kind.she was sheltered by mom and I .It was as if I could still see her innocent green eyes still gazing up at me.
At the time,autism was still considered an ailment, a sickness. It was unfortunately misunderstood and
