ASTRID'S POV
The smell in the air still felt familiar. I closed my eyes as I recalled a gloomy memory. The day we buried her, it rained heavily, and I still remember I cried on the floor close to the grave.
Father, on the other hand, presumed I was just faking everything for attention, and he asked some guards to take me away from the grave, claiming I was going to ruin it. But out of respect, without caring whether they lost their heads. They stood behind me and shielded me from whoever wanted to touch me or remove me.
Under the pouring rain, one of them held his umbrella on my head as I grieved. Shivers ran through my spine as I felt the tightness in my throat.
I tried to swallow hard, but it only came down painfully. I fluttered my eyes open, and I stared at the two men beside m
