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When he could walk, everything was a game.
When he ran, his mother couldn’t keep up with him.
The older he got, the more he looked like his deceased father. His mother and sister couldn’t stand to be around him. They had no time or love for him.
He rebelled.
First “drink” at eight.
First kiss at nine.
Betrothed at ten.
He got into fights, saved from incarceration by a compassionate Knight.
Lost his virginity to his fiancée at fifteen.
The wedding broke off when Gwaine’s sister found him with his bride’s brother.
Gwaine left for Camelot that same day.
