Riven stayed in the position, tears pouring from his eyes, his heart ached.
"I heard what your father told you."
Riven heard his grandfather's voice. He looked up and saw him walking toward him.
"Liam died," Riven muttered.
"So I heard. I've never known Liam, but your father said he was one of the best knights that this barony had to offer.
He also told of his impact in your life, boy, the first person to hold the sword and teach you when even I and your father could not.
It's right to cry about his loss, cry that he died, because grief frees the soul, it makes you feel lighter.
But the issue here is that you aren't crying or grieving, boy."
Riven looked up in confusion, tears still in his eyes. "What do you mean?" Riven asked.
His grandfather stood in front of him. "You are angry that he died, not sad that he died. You are pained that someone you love has been lost, and there was nothing you could do about it," his grandfather spoke, his words like a bombshell.
