Maelis’s POV

Control. Power. No weakness.

That was all I knew my father to be. He was the kind of person you could never predict, a man who cut things down with an iron fist. And one of his favorite preachings was to never give anything away.

“Father...” I tried to call out, It was the only thing I couldn't muster at that moment. Not only was I in his room without permission, but I had also uncovered his secret basement.

“Looking for something?”

“No.. no... I wasn't looking for anything...”

“Is that right?” He hummed with amusement. “You seem to have forgotten you are a reflection of my teachings?...