"Your mother was fifteen when our queen got ill and after a short time died. Pouyeh was a young man then. His braveness was mostly admirable, and of course his skills. However, sometimes his ambition could scare you. He could not deceive Amal at all. Moreover, she kept her distance far away from him.
She used to say he has gotten a devil and nuisance soul. Nevertheless, could not believe her because I thought it might be jealousy. Alternatively, her pride did not allow her to accept him so I ignored all her alerts and it ended up terrible. After a while, I noticed that he showed a strange interest on my family history, especially about things that once upon a time provided more power.
I didn't understand how he was poisoning my mind and made more mistakes and confided him more. I feel like a tree, which someone strikes its root by an ax. Finally, he began his first discussion about the broken stick, I doubted to let him know about that secret.
