Cahir's POV
My heart ticked with each passing second like a clock, my stomach twisted with nerves as I stood in the garden awaiting Blair's arrival.
The garden has been my personal safe place since I had grown it. This place has seen every part of me, the good, the beautiful and the ugly.
The Willulf palace garden was grown in the memory of the most important and precious person to me ever. My Mother!
I had been just barely a grown man when she was brutally killed by my father and worse of all, I had no body to bury and it was all my father's fault.
It was all that selfish and evil bastard's fault that I could not give my mother the royal burial that she deserved and send her safely on her way to Valhalla.
It's the biggest reason that I could never forgive the cursed old man. Kar
