"Rise, Adnan," the old man shook him awake. Adnan opened his eyes and gaped at the dream that was his life. "You should get ready. Lady Amoela sent word that you are going somewhere with the king today," the old man informed him.
Adnan reached out and hugged him. For the first time, he had someone looking out for him. Someone he meets first thing in the morning and gets to eat with before he calls it a day. A family.
The old man was with him. Like a grandfather watching out for him. Adnan was grateful to Soren for granting such a gift to him.
"Good morning to you too," he whispered softly. The old man managed a smile and returned the hug. They both embraced each other for a few minutes.
"You need to get ready," the old man scolded.
Adnan hurriedly got ready. He took a cold bath and got adorned in a beautiful blue outfit. He precipitously combed his hair and pinned it down with small black pins.
