CHAPTER 49

Trudeau’s POV

The meeting ended a minute ago with my head still held high as I couldn’t be challenged with my demands by any of the council members. I walked out to the back of the building where a small sit-by bench sat. I needed some time to catch up with myself. The shade above my head was a fig tree I can recall being there all of my life.

All of a a sudden, I am nine years old again thinking about running away from the loneliness caused by waiting for my father behind the council building because he was having some meeting and insisted on me coming. It was part of the useless things I was forced to do as his heir. Even though I wasn’t allowed inside the building because I was too young, he wouldn’t let me hang out around kids my age. Instead, I would be forced to listen to a muffled version of his voice yelling ‘I will stand!`.

I knew very few things about my father before he died and one thing that was the most stand-off-ish trait of his was his stubbornness and unwillingness to