Harriet's POV
Klaus!
The name echoed in my mind; it felt both foreign and familiar. How the hell was that even possible? I did not understand any of it. My brows furrowed, and a strange feeling crawled down my spine. Then my vision blurred; the room began to spin around me. A vivid image burst into my mind; it was sharp and then clear. A man—tall and huge with cold eyes—he was sitting on a silver throne, and a woman knelt before him. Her head was bowed, and her body trembled with fear. She was begging, pleading for her life. Her voice was desperate, and then a scream pierced the air.
"You will die for your crimes," the man on the grand throne shouted so loudly, his tone firm and authoritative. Armoured guards dragged the woman away as she continued to plead for her life.
Then the s
