Vesper Rosefield was many things. Handsome. Rich. Confident, even though some would say arrogance.
However, in the last six months, he'd been stripped of some of those things and had others added to it.
He was still handsome, but he was no longer rich. He was still a Rosefield but no longer competent. He was filled with fear but more than that, he was overflowing with hatred.
His heart burned with it. The emotion suffused every part of him, body and soul. He'd learnt how stupid he'd been. How much his confidence had been built upon a foundation of nothing.
And when he'd heard of the barbarian attack on House Ross, he'd felt a mix of satisfaction and resentment.
Satisfaction that Terence Ross would also get to feel his world burn to ashes around him. Satisfaction that as it all burned to the ground, he would not be able to do anything to change it.
