“Mom” The blonde spoke, walking closer to the figure before him. The woman was kneeling on the ground, holding a black letter to her chest and sobbing vigorously “Mom, why are you crying?” the little boy kneeled down next to his mother and tried his best to comfort her the best he could, just like she did to him when he was sad, he stroked her back slowly and just waited for the sobs to fade away, to become just little sniffs as the woman started to calm down, seeing the worry in her son's eyes as he tried so desperately to know what happened, why his beloved mother had just crumbled down to the floor sobbing after opening a black letter that had just arrived.
'He looks so much like him', she thought, before standing and leading her son to the small kitchen they had.
Their house wasn't very big.
It had two floors, but it was very small.
The living room just had a small armchair and a carpet, the kitchen just had the stove, the small fridge, a cupboard and a table with a couple chairs, the bathroom just had a toilet and the sink, the bedrooms just had the bed and the nightstands.
She made her son sit at the table and started boiling some water to make that very cheap tea that would have tasted horrible for a noble but her son still adored, while the boy sat confused in his chair, staring at his mother as she did all of this calmly even after the sudden outburst of tears that had just occurred.
“Mom, what happened?” He asked again, hoping for an answer, but there was still silence, his mother didn't dare to talk yet.
“Mom!” He yelled “I heard you, darling, I heard you” the woman gave her son a light kiss on the head and set the full teapot in front of him “Pour yourself some tea, and put the honey in it if you'd like” This just got the boy more worried, the only times when he was allowed to have honey in his tea was when he was feeling sad and needed some comfort.
Something wasn't right.
As he finished putting the golden sweet substance in his drink, his mother took a seat next to him and gently pet his blonde locks “Baldroy,my love” she started with her sweet and calming voice “It's about your father, darling, he... He...” Her voice cracked as she laid her cheek on her son's head.
The boy still had a blank -and kind of confused - expression as he looked up at his mother, who took a deep breath and straightened her back, ready to talk again “Baldroy, love, your father... Got wounded on the battlefield and died this morning, I'm so sorry”
He could have sworn a knife had just stabbed through his chest in that moment, but there was no knife, just the wound that it had left. But why would he be so hurt by his death? The bastard was never at home anyway.
“I hope this gives you a lesson” His mother sobbed out “Bard, being a soldier is a hard work and you risk your life everyday and-” “Mom” He interrupted her, putting the hot tea down and looking into her green eyes “I know. But we need money, and since he failed I will do it. I'll go and I will come back and we will be able to buy a bigger house and we won't be in debt anymore and we will be free! We will be happy mom, I promise” The boy smiled, full of determination as his turquoise eyes shined. His mother smiled sadly
“My God Bard, listen to yourself, you're ten and already talk like a real man...” The woman mumbled and let out a light giggle “Drink your tea now, honey” “Yes, but you drink some, too” The small boy smiled and filled another cup of tea for his mother to drink along with him.
The woman sat across the table with a small smile as she watched her son pour honey in her tea with his wide, tooth-missing, smile.
'I hope I never lose you, you're such a sweet boy' She thought, while enjoying this moment of comfort with her son.
