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 s**t.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“I’ve always wanted to ask you, why am I the heir to the realms? You heard what happened a few days ago, what happened at the house of whores. Why are you not talking about it? Gerard was in there sitting down with a bunch of women surr
