The warm summer breeze is nice as you walk with young Edward, King Edward III’s son, through the castle gardens. The boy laughs softly, clutching a wooden toy. Then, voices rose angry, desperate, followed by the clash of steel. You turned toward the commotion just in time to see soldiers surround Eyen, your father, the king’s brother. Realization hit as the blade you see raised strikes true. Shielding Edward’s eyes, you grabbed him and flee, running through the guarded, afraid and confused.
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