“My baby, my son” Charlotte cried, holding her son so dearly. She was barely above his chest but not to his shoulders. He was a bit taller than Clifford because she was still able to reach her husband's shoulders when she hugged him. “I thought I was abandoned by my parents. I didn't want to ever meet them. I developed only hatred for them in my heart because I assumed I was unloved. I couldn't easily accept you…” Andre choked and sniffled. “Princes don't cry, Andre, leave tears for the princesses. You should keep cool and keep your tears until you are alone, behind closed doors "Prince Clifford cautioned. “This prince here cannot help it, father,” Andre replied, still holding his mother. He felt secured in her hands. As her feminine hand wrapped around his waist, he could only feel love in its purest form. Camella was right, he was surrounded by those who truly loved him. He leaned over, kissed his mother's temple and held her further. He knew she was sobbing and a
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