Asher’s pov.
Being covered in blood brought me back to that day.
The day I watched my father rip out my older brother’s heart and leave him to die.
I’d clung to him desperately that day as my father strode out of the room. I’d fallen to my knees next to him, in a pool of his own blood my mother’s sobs melding with mine. I’d begged him desperately to not die, I’d begged the gods, I'd held him like the force of my ten year old body would be enough to keep his spirit from leaving.
But alas, his heart already lay on the tiles a few feet away and all I achieved was soaking my new, white shirt with his blood.
Funny enough, watching that happen wasn’t the reason I decided to cut my father’s life short. No, it was the day my mother was taken away by the healers because of how unstable she was
