Child
by Dancingkatz
I wonder where the years have gone as I watch him from my balcony, dismounting from that dreadful beast he calls his warhorse to greet his brother and adjutant with handclasps and embraces. Is it possible that this assured, proud warrior is the same person as the sturdy toddler that had insisted he "was too big enough" to carry my sword for me when I returned from patrol all those years ago? Then he looks up to catch my eye, the same crooked grin flashes under eyes lit with a touch of mischief, and I find myself grinning back.