“You seem sad, my child. What is on your mind?”
I turn and smile at my mother. I have been here with her for three days now, and over that time we have grown closer. Hours passed every day while we were engrossed in conversation. I wanted to know every single thing about her, how she grew up, her life with my father, the King. She answered all of my questions openly and honestly, making my trust in her grow. It has been nice here with her and Serephina. Even Bartholomew and Isiah, her knights, have welcomed me with open arms. They pledged their loyalty to me on my first night here, my mother insisting that they protect me with their lives from now on.
Things have been going well, I have been happy. But I would be lying if I said that I didn’t miss the Manor at all. Not necessarily
