The setting was old historical, renaissance I think. There were many people in the room, but I couldn't see all of them for whatever reason. I just knew there were people behind me, but I couldn't see them. My family in the dream was seated at one end of this huge table. My brother and I sat next to each other on one side and our mother and father on the other. We were at the castle because our parents had begged a word with the prince. The prince sat in a throne against the wall closest the head of our table, where we were. His people stood on both sides of him and near the exits of the room. I got the sense that the people behind me were his too. Father began speaking to him of a child that was his in our family, my brother to be exact. He said he would no longer raise the child as his own because it wasn't. The prince should take him. The prince declined saying what good is the son of a common woman. Did my mother think she was the only common woman to bear him children? There were many children in this kingdom from the prince's loins, but he would not lay claim to any. All women should thank him for blessing them with his seed. Mom shrieked at him. Begged him to take my brother and give him work or teach him something. The prince wasn't having it. He ordered for us to be killed. We ran, all of us. My parents pushed away my brother saying no, he's not coming, let him to die. That's the way they said it, let him to die. I grabbed hold of my brother's hand and looked him in the eye. I said, "You're still my brother. You will always be my brother. I don't care whose son you are." Together we ran, nearly tripping over things our parents had thrown down behind them.
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