As we sat by the campfire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow around us, Vaemond opened up to me, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing.“You know, Cain,” Vaemond began, his voice tinged with sadness, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a normal childhood, to have a mother who would hold me and tell me stories, a father who would guide me and teach me. But I never had that.”He looked into the distance, his gaze lost in memories. “My mother passed away when I was just a baby. I have no memory of her, no recollection of her love. My father, King Edward, he cut off all my friends and kept me confined within the palace walls. I grew up feeling like a prisoner, isolated from the world.”I listened attentively, empathizing with his pain. “That must have been incredibly difficult for you, Vaemond. To yearn for a connection, for the love of a mother, and to feel trapped within the confines of your own home.”Vaemond nodded, a hint of bitterness in his
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