Chapter 68
Lately, all Sir Judd could think about was his childhood, about his adoptive father Liam Judd and biological father, the tyrant king Darius Aradale who never acknowledged his existence.
Even now on the ride back to white oak, memories played out in front of him. Some fun and some not so much.
He allowed it to play out because If he didn't he would just worry about his niece, Diddy and he would grunt and Semeen would throw fit.
Judd couldn't help but remember the time he was a child, when everything was rainbow and sunshine.
(Few years earlier)
Sir Liam Judd walked into a room that looked like it housed a young boy of about ten years old. Most of his wardrobe was on the floor and one of his legs was dangling out of the bed.
He smiled, messy Luther! who he knew would one day be the greatest lead knight and king's shadow that has ever lived, Liam just had to figure out how to get him to stand up and be less messy.
