![]() ![]() She never looked back at him, no matter how he screamed, not even so he could memorize her face one last time. Until the king’s soldiers peeled his scrawny arms away from her knees and dragged him away. ![]() There was no large, happy family waiting at home for him. Cruze had known he was not like other boys. He ignored the sting, and clutched at his mother’s legs, burying his face in the fabric of her skirt so he did not have to see the way she still kept her gaze from him. ![]() When he managed to break away, he ran and slid the last distance on his knees, his threadbare clothes doing little to keep his skin from scraping against the stone. She only watched with tired eyes and turned away as he kicked and screamed and bit at the soldiers’ wrists to tear himself free. He did not understand why the soldiers behaved so cruelly, or why his mother did not object. He did not understand the day they took him from his mother. ![]()
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