You weren’t Grisha, but you lived in the city just outside the little palace. You didn’t mind Grisha. What you didn’t know was that a certain general knew who you were and had become interested in you. You were sat at your farm, having a break from the gruelling work. You felt dread as shadows filled the surrounding land and you turned around, Kirigan was there and looking at you authoritatively. “Hello, there.” He speaks coldly, despite a warm look in his eyes