Kevin Regnard age five and a half
How does a little boy with cursed eyes and no family of his own come to be a knight for a great and noble family? Someone takes pity on him.
In Kevin Regnard’s case, it was Lady Sinclair, with her soft smiles and long silk dresses. He remembers watching her pass in the street as a child, pressed back against the wall away from her followers. He’d loved the way the nobles looked, dressed up in frills and colours, moving about like flower petals in the wind.
The streets had been full of children in those days, all of them hungry and lost and on their own. Perhaps the bruises were what made him stand out. Perhaps it was the adoration, naked on his face. Either way they stop, and when she comes up to him, he thinks he’s in trouble. “What unusual eyes,” she murmurs, taking his chin in her hand and lifting his face to her. Kevin looks up, and is sure she’s what angels must look like. Her eyes are so kind.
“You must be hungry, little one.” He shakes his head, no, vehemently, but his stomach makes a liar of him and growls loudly at the thought. She laughs, and he feels himself flush, miserably embarrassed.
“None of that. If you come up to the manor with me, we’ll get you something nice and hot to eat. That’s all it takes. From that moment on, Kevin Regnard will be devoted to the Sinclair family with all of his heart.
In Kevin Regnard’s case, it was Lady Sinclair, with her soft smiles and long silk dresses. He remembers watching her pass in the street as a child, pressed back against the wall away from her followers. He’d loved the way the nobles looked, dressed up in frills and colours, moving about like flower petals in the wind.
The streets had been full of children in those days, all of them hungry and lost and on their own. Perhaps the bruises were what made him stand out. Perhaps it was the adoration, naked on his face. Either way they stop, and when she comes up to him, he thinks he’s in trouble. “What unusual eyes,” she murmurs, taking his chin in her hand and lifting his face to her. Kevin looks up, and is sure she’s what angels must look like. Her eyes are so kind.
“You must be hungry, little one.” He shakes his head, no, vehemently, but his stomach makes a liar of him and growls loudly at the thought. She laughs, and he feels himself flush, miserably embarrassed.
“None of that. If you come up to the manor with me, we’ll get you something nice and hot to eat. That’s all it takes. From that moment on, Kevin Regnard will be devoted to the Sinclair family with all of his heart.