Roan
Roan did not want to admit he was shaken by Blythe’s words.
He left her quarters without saying much else. What even was there to say? Never before had the vampire witch talked to him the way she did. This was the most passionate about anything he’d seen in a long time from her. Roan had no idea what had provoked it, or why now after centuries of her silently following every decision he ever took but the fact was she was not wrong.
What she said stuck deeply into his mind and soul. It made him think and repeat again and again years after years of the terror he, by his own will and with his own hand, had inflicted over so many others. Was it just? Probably. Many of the men sent here to be his prisoners had committed crimes far worse that the one of Damien. They’d killed and torture
