Rebecca's POV
The heavy scent of blooming roses usually brought me peace, but today, it just felt like another reminder of everything I had lost.
I knelt in the dirt, my hands covered in thick gardening gloves as I used a pair of rusty iron shears to trim the dead leaves off the bushes.
A bitter tear slipped down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly with the back of my dusty glove. I used to be a princess in this pack. Before I was stripped of my title and forced to work as a servant, I would have been walking through these gardens in beautiful dresses. Now, I was just a servant.
"You shouldn't be doing this, Becca."
I jumped slightly at the sound of the deep, familiar voice. I turned my head and saw Ryan walking down the stone path. He was wearing his dark warrior leathers, hi
