Isadora rushed to Jessamyn's side seeing the child. Jessamyn almost cried when the boy, who looked around two, wrapped his little chubby arms around her neck.
He was relieved to hold someone after being kept in the dark for long.
"You're safe now," Jessamyn patted his back. "Poor little turnip…" She said shuffling his thick blonde hair.
"Who would do this to a child?" Isadora asked looking into his face. "He's… he looks aristocratic…"
Jessamyn took a closer look at his clothes. His jewelry was all stolen leaving nothing to identify him with. His clothes were dirty but they were of high quality. There was nothing on him, not even an embroidery that could identify him.
He was heavy. Isadora might be right. Not many commoner children would be this heavy. Jessamyn looked closely at his face. There were stains of dirt on his round face, but his silver-blue eyes were sparkling in the sun.
That's not a common eye color!
