The note remained clenched in my hand as I paced across my chambers, and every time I looked at those words, another piece of my childhood seemed to shift beneath my feet.
You remember him because he was there when you were born.
I had no idea who had written it, and I had no idea how someone had entered my room without being seen.
Most importantly, I didn't know what the writer wanted from me.
I finally left my chambers and hurried through the corridor toward Draven's rooms, where two guards immediately stepped aside when they saw me.
I knocked once before entering and Draven was already awake, and judging by the sword resting beside him, he hadn't been sleeping either.
His golden eyes immediately settled on the parchment in my hand.
"What happened?" He asked as I handed it to him.
