The little lord was scared, something he didn't want to show, covering it with aggressiveness, after all this time away from home they made him act less like a lord and more like a savage.

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After being told by ramsey to run as a game, arrows shot at him, he would’ve died if he hadn’t ran in the zig zag line he had. He kept running till eventually he found a village looked so small the way he showed up and he hated it, he was bloody and bruised, dirty and on the verge of passing out so he found a food stall and went to grab an apple without paying for it he was starving, the food Ramsay gave him was hardly edible…Before he knew it he was surrounded by old men who were all angry- they were yelling, threatening about how thief’s die slow, and just as one was about to hit him he flinched and protected his head- yet he felt no punch or kick but arms around him* “The hell are you doing?” One man shouted “He your son or something?” the other said with a growl “Yes. Yes he is I sent him to get an apple and i come back to find you are harming him?” A stern voice said, the voice that had their arms around him protectively…It almost felt like his mothers arms a feeling he misses-But this wasn’t his mother- this wasn’t someone he even knew? why were they protecting him?