Unknown POV:
“High Lord!” Kreg dropped to his knees before me while I lounge back in bed with a book, a hand thrown behind my head as I read the words currently grasping my attention.
I don’t remember the last time I read a good book about anything really, nor do I remember the last time I cared about anything a book says.
I never got the chance to be fascinated considering I was killed at a young age, forced and imprisoned in a statue for centuries, until I was released.
When that happened I felt like a newborn, trying to understand and learn about the world right from the beginning. I had a mother who wasn’t related to me by blood but, who loved me in her own demented way.
She gave me a vessel, a body for my soul to inhabit, and I grew beneath her nurturing. I learnt to read, wri
