Cassian's world blurred as the lashes struck his back. His body started twitching under the continuous blows. The leather whip tore into his flesh with a force that left him trembling.
Every strike sent waves of agony through him. His breathing grew shallow as he fought to stay conscious.
His face became pale with every lash. Blood flowed freely from the wounds on his back. It stained the smooth stone beneath him. He felt cold. The cold stone against his knees only added to the chill spreading through his heart.
Prince Dorian's face appeared in his mind. It was unexpected yet painfully obvious. He thought of the prince's sharp but gentle gaze. He remembered the deep voice that carried calm authority. These memories filled his thoughts.
Would he be sad if I disappeared? Or died?
The questions hurt him more than the lashes. Silent tears slid down Cassian's cheeks. Regret filled his heart.
