After some deep thought, I saw no good would come out of me projecting my anger towards the boy. Furthermore, I never knew what the future held for us and he might be the only person my age I would talk to before I was killed or sold as a slave, whatever the prince decides.
" Where is your family?" I probed.
" Dead" he replied plainly and Immediately. I didn't see the expression on his face since his overgrown black hair still hid it but I bet he was sad about it. Poor boy, I was actually starting to feel for him. He had no family at this age and he was sold as a slave, I really pitied him. His situation was way worse than mine, at least my family was alive even though I wouldn't be able to see them. I wanted to ask him more questions about the death of his family but I remembered what m
