Ten
FIVE YEARS LATER.
‘ mama, papa did not leave us because of you right ?’ Alexander asked his mother one day as he returned from his friend Augustus birthday party with tears in his eyes.
‘ what ? ’ Isobel asked in shock. She knew that this day was coming. She wore her glasses as she went to the shade in her little garden where her beloved was standing. Noticing the tears in his eyes she knew at once that it was not normal, some one must have said something. ‘ spill. ’ she ordered Alexander.
‘ Lady Tramine was angry when I won in the fighting games, she said I was good for a bastard so when I asked her what a bastard means, she said that it meant a child with little home training and some one who has no father, I told her that I have a father and she ordered me to shut up and the
