Alfred had always been a bit different. From the moment he was born, when his mother held him to her chest for the first time and gazed down into his tear-streaked, panicked young face, his family had known that he would not be like other boys. There was just something about him, a sense of untamed, wild freedom. Touched by the gods, his parents
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Definitely one of my favourite fics from you and not only that, but also from the USUK community. You truly managed to capture Arthur being the actual forest and I love how you wrote out the end. I would go on but I don't want to tire you with my absolutely ecstatic ranting! Please keep up the wonderful work, Ara! Please!
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