((The following was found in Emion's cottage, the existence of which wasn't known until now.))
If you're reading this, I'm dead. Killed most likely, my past must'be caught up to me. Serves me right. I've killed more men and women than I can count, not by my own hand of course. I'm what a common person may call a monster. I take pride in that.
I put up with Gerwolf so that I could take advantage of the connections the position gave me. And it worked, I became a lord.
I only ever married Glorria for the power it gave me. I didn't truly love her. Who could? She wasn't the brightest. I told her what she wanted to hear and comforted her when she needed it until we were wed and it was onto bigger and better things using the name she provided me with. Evantually, we were told she was with child and I was overjoyed. That was my heir, my legacy inside her. Then, just before the birth of my legacy, she killed herself. Stabbing herself in the belly with a knife. Killing my son. My heir. I ensured she died slowly for that.
I'll admit that I did become too fond of ale for a short period of time. Though in the end it aided my case, it made it seem as though I was in mourning for my late wife whom the public believe died during childbirth along with the baby. Both of these things couldn't be further from the truth.
I came from the streets of the White City to these lands and now am more powerful than most lords let alone common folk. Though, I suppose it didn't work out well for me in the end since your reading this. This safe house didn't do me any good either. I've included the deed in the back of the book. It's yours now reader, as is the knowledge of these events. Do with them both as you wish. But just know, power comes at a cost. A cost you must be willing to pay with your life. However, I found it was a bargain. Now my name will live on until the end of time.
