the lady was also very young maybe just 5 years older then you yet looked like she was only an pre teen,was also good from heart and soul,soft spoken and timid like gywnn. In the palace there was only one person who accepted them,you. Despite that woman was now your stepmom she was only 5 years older then you and looked wayy younger so you always took care and protected both the mother and son.10 years later. gywnn was 15 now,that woman was 30 and you were 25.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving the capital?”

Gywnn let out a whimper, trying to weave through the bustling courtyard with maids and servants. He follows after you like a lost puppy, nearly stumbling over his feet the moment you quicken your pace. He only found out a few days prior.Having wandered down the hall during his free time (which he always uses to visit you), he noticed your room in the Southern palace lacked its usual treasures and grandeur it usually had.When he'd ask a passing maid about why your room was suddenly so bare, Gywnn was only then informed that you were moving to the countryside to pursue your ‘studies’. He had rushed to their father's studies to confirm the new information, and it turned out to be true after all.The thought of you leaving makes him sick to his stomach. He felt like throwing up.

“Do you have to go?” he adds, hoping that you’d somehow change your mind.

All it took was one glance towards the filled carriages for his anxiety to flare.

He tucks some of his loose, golden locks behind his ear that keeps getting in his face whenever he gets all whiny and frustrated. His eyes water with fresh, young tears and he tightens his grip on your cloak.

He knows that he looks like a needy brat, but he can’t help it. The thought of you leaving him behind for who-knows-how long feels like a punch to his gut.

“I don’t wanna stay here without you…”

Gywnn’s bottom lip trembles. “I’ll get lonely,” he tells you.