"Give me everything," he would say. "You wouldn't have it if I hadn't protected you when you were little."
Byron would agree, but he was soon tired of street life. He wanted to have a home. To settle. To build a family with Leila. To save for future.
And that's when he started fighting with his big brother. We all know how it ended.
"Don't worry!" he said, staring at the maids as they bathed him. "I'll give you some to take to your little siblings."
Their faces lit up with joy.
"Thank you, Your Grace!"
"Is this the language of the gods?" asked Mareen, who was now staring curiously at the placket on the bottle after draining it of water.
"Yeah! It's the language of the gods!" replied Byron, bemused.
Of course it wasn't. Just English. But this world had a unique language.
