-Raven-
He didn’t look pleased with what I had shown him. I wasn’t entirely sure why I had even done it—perhaps I hoped to learn more or maybe part of me wanted him to feel some sort of pain seeing it. But what kind of pain was I expecting?
“This really doesn’t tell me much,” he whispered.
“What do you mean?” I asked, puzzled.
He looked back at me, offering a small, sad smile. “Where I came from exactly... I really want to go home,” he said.
He looked down at the ground, and I could feel his longing.
“Well, we’re not going to keep you here,” I retorted.
I wasn’t sure why I had used that tone with him. It was clear the prince would be leaving soon. There was little point in forming a friendship with him, even if I could let go of my old animosity.
“No, I don’t think you will,” he sa
