In the present time, after Rhane had left Jenna's room, he strolled mindlessly outside the mansion. He could still see the hate in Jenna's eyes every time she looked at him; it was different. How she looked at him fifteen years ago, when he became her servant, and now. It reminded Rhane that no matter how much wealth he'd acquired, he was still a dirty lowborn, not clean enough to have Jenna, as he was born out of wedlock.
Crumpling the letter he received that day in the sea, the parchment had faded and the letters had become weak. Yet Rhane still knew by heart every word on it. It was those words that kept his heart warm even in the toughest situations. Even when he was about to lose his mind, he'd remember that face and that name. She saved him.
