||*DRAGOZANI*||
Fear!
The night when I secretly witnessed the murder of my father was when I felt this intense fear in my life.
I remember him telling me not to make any sound when the assassins invaded his palace. Father had to hide me in a heap of dirty clothes in the basket, waiting to be collected by the bearers the next day.
No one knew I was there, because father bled himself before the assassins got into the room, so the smell of his blood overshadowed mine, and the five-year-old me watched from the tiny basket hole with clothes stuffed in my mouth to prevent me from screaming as father fought to his best.
But the assassins outnumbered him, and I thought it was gruesome seeing their blades cut into his body from different angles.
I didn’t what they made the blade of then, b
