He looked so sweet, lovely blond hair, soft white skin, his face looked just like his mother.
He sat on the man's lap, I couldn't see the man's face, he must be the proud father. Any man would be delighted to have such a beautiful son. The man cuddled the boy.
He lifted the boy gently putting the sleepy drowsy child over his shoulder, so that the small child's legs were on his thigh. The child had his back to me.
The man then pulled the loose nappy down over the boys bottom and it rested on his chubby legs.
The boys bottom was a mass of weals and bruises, red lascerations which must have been caused by a belt or thin cane. I closed my eyes tightly. The boy looked as if he was asleep, then he slowly turned his head towards me. I could see his face more clearly now. He had been crying. His face was covered in tears. His eyes were not blue but black and lifeless. The mans hand moved up and held onto the young boys bottom, patting it.
I looked at the man's face. Slowly it came into focus, the man was grinning evily at me. Then I saw it. It was the prince.
I called out to the boy, reached out to him and.....suddenly woke up.