Andreas looked around, bored of the sights of Heart's market. His cloak drawn tightly around him, he had long since lowered his hood and kicked his feet around infront of him, wary of the carriages and cobblestone of the city.
His father had come to him three days ago and given him a job to do: go to market with his butler and do as he was told. His butler at the cafe had brought him many miles to Hearts where he bought him a book, some apples, a lantern, matches and a bucket of water. Then he sat the boy on the curb and told him to read the book. Trained by his papa to read simple words so he spent three days reading the short novel end to end. And the butler still hadn't come back for him.
He sighed and looked at the empty bag of apples and the empty water. He was tired and hungry and very lost. He'd have asked an adult for help but he'd never spoken to strangers before.
