Orphan

A pretty girl whom I adored mocked me and laughed, and I had nowhere to turn to, no mother to run to. A nobody, an orphan, there wasn’t anybody who didn’t mock me, but I knew I had a fortune somewhere across the sea. At the end of the world, nobody would know me, so nobody would mock me. It’s easy for the lord’s son. Everyone makes it easy for him. The pretty girl hangs at his side. When I return, I’ll be like him.