Rellnost looked at my mother mending a tear in my father’s breeches by the fire, and narrowed his eyes.
“I do not like it here. As heir of Lieth I demand to go home. I want my horse, my friends and I do not like the food. You do not wait on me as you ought. If my father were here he would flog you for disobeying me.” Rellnost scowled at my mother and waited to see her reaction.
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