{Heri’s POV)

My grandpa was a good man. He didn’t deserve what was done to him. I could remember how much I cried when the news reached me.

How some supposed underlings of his threw me out because they didn't know who I was. I suppose that was better than being killed because I was related to him… Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't need to hurt so much if I didn't know he passed.

To understand my story, we have to return to the very beginning.

That's why the words I was hearing came from me, but they weren't about me. I sat on the edge of the bed, the...