When I turned fifteen I got the news that my grandpa had passed away I could not come back as my end-term exam was going on, but I was deeply saddened by the news.

After that I came back from school for my summer break and went straight to his graveyard and cried my eyes out, he was the only one with whom I could share everything but no he was gone. After a long time when I started walking back towards the manor, I saw my grandfather’s right-hand man standing and smiling at me.

Though I had met him only a few times I knew my grandfather trusted him...