Charles was sick of the tales of his father: his honourability, his quests, the deeds he’d
accomplished before he was grown; and his rebellion against the old evil. How could anyone live in such shadows? He shivered thinking about it, sick of “not living up to his name”.
Edward was sick of the tales of his son: the cruelty, the lack of sense and desire for questing. He might have achieved a lot but there was still much and more to do. Your name can become what you make of it but Charles was despoiling his before he was grown.
accomplished before he was grown; and his rebellion against the old evil. How could anyone live in such shadows? He shivered thinking about it, sick of “not living up to his name”.
Edward was sick of the tales of his son: the cruelty, the lack of sense and desire for questing. He might have achieved a lot but there was still much and more to do. Your name can become what you make of it but Charles was despoiling his before he was grown.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #389 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Tale.
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