“You are going with Dalaena, she is not leaving you—“
                “Uncle said she will be busy with affairs of state, that she will rarely see me.”
And if she rarely saw him, she may as well have been leaving him too.
                “You can be sad, you can even be angry. But this is something of which you have no control.” He sighed then, and he was back to staring at a child. “So you may as well be happy for them.” Happy? Did such a thing really exist? “You are leaving me, do you think it does not make me sad?”
                He wanted to throw something, but there was nothing close to him that he could. All he had was words. “No. You don’t care, you never care!” He yelled, as the tears came to his eyes and his father’s face dropped.
                Now he was angry and he stood up to his full, tall height. “You are my own blood, just as Devlin and Dalaena are. Of course I care.” He looked away then, and when he looked back, his face had gone sad, lined and weighted. He stepped towards Edaran.
                Edaran had tried to ignore it, he had tried to run away from it, he had tried to outsmart it, he had tried to be angry, but he could not defeat it. He looked at his hands as he tried to stop the tears from falling.
                Eglan came closer, he held his arms out as if to hold Edaran. It was too much. He ran to the door. As he did, his father called the names of his brother and sister. The door opened and he pushed past them. Down the tower and away. Away from them all.
                He saw Arran and Maurice on duty. They called out to him as he ran but he ignored them.
                He had no idea where he was going, so when he stopped, he was surprised to find himself in the stables.
                Donard the stable master saw him. “What are you doing here, young Edaran?” he asked, and at first helooked curious, then his easy smile flipped and Edaran knew not why. Then it hit him. His horse was dead.
                He was sick of all the sadness, of everything going wrong, and he ran again.   
                Even thinking of that moment yesterday made Edaran want to cry. Even if he couldn’t help but do so.
                So Edaran had turned up to today’s lesson, and he listened to his teacher as intently as he could. He tried not to dwell on the fact that it might be his last. Instead, he tried to remember the answers to the questions which his Uncle asked. He tried his hardest to focus, and he was surprised to find it was sort of working. Even if he would much rather be in the training yard smashing a straw dummy to pieces.

The End

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