The king was cruel and bitter, his heir, was gaining a hard heart. The heir got lost, was badly hurt, and and yet tried to boss around the person who found them. But soon learned the life of that "peasant". When the heir returned, they realized, under their reign, kindness and warmth needed to rule, or they'd never survive. -- Anon Guest
It hurt to be alive. The prince Tarabaya couldn't move without more pain. After the fall from the upper highway. After the bandits rolled him for everything he had on him, he was lucky to still be breathing. He did not feel so lucky.
Alone. Unattended. He could die here, unremarked. Unburied. Food for the scavengers.
He couldn't even form the words to pray to the gods for their mercy. All that came out of him was an unintelligible garble. At a volume he could barely hear above his own rasping breaths. He could not bemoan his fate. Only moan weakly.
That was why it was such a miracle that Dawn found him.
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