He was not to blame for his predicament. How could someone so noble, so strikingly beautiful, bear any fault? He was the golden boy, the cherished one of his mother’s kin. How had everything spiraled into chaos? How had his radiant ambitions dulled? Raised on tales filled with pride recited by his mother, he learned…
It wasn’t his mistake. How could anyone so noble and exquisite be deemed at fault? He was the radiant youth, the cherished one selected by his mother’s kin. How could everything have unraveled so dramatically? How did his once-bright aspirations become tainted? Having grown up with his mother’s luminous tales, he learned, “When you were…