POV: Kenny

“The bad man told me I was going to be a King, but all I wanted was the smell of my mommy’s hair and the sound of my daddy’s growl.”

The room was too big.

That was the first thing I noticed when they brought me here. The ceiling stretched so high it made my neck hurt when I tried to look at it, all sharp stone and moving shadows that crawled like bugs. The floor was cold, colder than the night stones back home, and even through my socks, it bit into my feet.

I hugged my arms ...