|Flashback|
Darkness swept through his vision like a shroud of despair matching the colour of his own bleeding heart.
The sword felt heavy in his hand and heavier was the burden that he bore. Kneeling beside him on the block was a man he once knew, a man he could only remember vaguely.
The raven-haired queen had called him Jasper.
He was unable to form the syllables of that name, he had forgotten who this man was, and what importance he once had in Rowan's life.
He was a slave and the raven-haired queen was his master. Along with her mate, the blue-eyed man who never held back from tormenting him. He was the one who scared Rowan the most. He was the one who made him feel worthless.
He was worthless.
After all, what was his life's worth at all?
He was simply here to obey her.
Jenna
