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Aidric had yet to reach nine years. I knew the other children taunted him for being a bastard, but he ignored it. But when those same children targeted a small page fresh from his family’s farm, Aidric laid the other boys out flat. They did not bother him or the page again. Aidric truly was […]

I watched Aidric grow. He never lost the golden hair or too-bright blue eyes. And he was a large boy. Strong. But so awkward. Not with a sword, but with words. So much like his father.

I named the boy King Maddox had given me Aidric, and he grew as any boy should. There were times when he would look at me, and I swore I saw his father in his eyes. Those days were the hardest. Particularly after King Maddox’s sudden death.