Ryan ignored Norman, who was covering him with an umbrella, and gazed at the stone over the tomb of his sister.
Five years and some months had passed without his sister by his side.
If she was alive, she would have taken advantage of her brother being a King and would have bossed around the teachers assigned to her.
No…
She would have been married off to some stranger by their mother in an effort to strengthen Avera’s ties to a strong country.
His sister would have hated it and would have begged him to help her run away to somewhere.
But he didn’t know for sure what would have happened, for she was dead and buried beneath the very place he was standing.
Nowadays, Ryan feels two emotions most of the time. One was numb, and another, anger. If he felt anything more
