For once Alex ignored his food and went over to her. He seemed almost to grieve with her as he slid his snout under her hand. He didn't even know what to expect at this point. He would have to send some maids out in a chariot tomorrow to get her mother then.
"I'm sorry," he said after a moment. "I found my mother after she had been murdered." He didn't add the detail that he blamed himself for it. If he had been in the room he could have prevented it from happening. The image of her pale limp body haunted him now. A shudder ran through his body as he tried to erase the image again.
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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