He was killed for who his grandfather was. To the old men in their castles, the death of a seventeen-year-old boy meant nothing except one more move in the eons-old feud between two powerful houses.
Those who ordered his death thought nothing about she who bore him and loved him, and whose bitter tears watered his grave. They didn’t even know her name until it was too late. The creatures that besieged their castles were as pitiless as winter and as unstoppable.
He was killed for who his grandfather was. But avenged by what his mother was.