He cleared his throat and handed me over a book.

I took it from him. It was big, seemed ancient, and covered with old golden lines in the shape of a spider. I held it and looked up at him. He frowned and faced me once more.

“I want you to read that book, all of it, after I’m gone.’

I swallowed, looked at the book, and nodded.

“You are the princess of the Mackenzie Clan, the realms. You must always know the rules and know your place. You will get married and be my heir.’

“I want to ask a question, father?’ I was nervous like shit.

“Go ahead,”...