A pang of jealousy ran through me as I saw the birds fly among the trees. To be that free, to soar in the sky without chains holding you back. Even though I was still a kid, I knew there were chains wrapped around me. Other kids, even those not of the peasantry, were allowed a lot more freedom than Arthur and I. Arthur was more free than I was. I wish I knew why Father treated us, me so. It wasn’t fair.