My name is Jaye Bloodthorn. I am my father's deepest, best kept secret. My father is the king of Nievengärd. He is regarded as a savior by his people. He has created a utopia. In the process, sentencing people like me to death or slavery in camps. We are identified as the Marked, as the tattoos on our skin identify us for what we are. There are many of us in hiding as I am, covering our Marks, acting as things we were not. Survival. My father helps me cover mine, for if what I was were to get out, the scandal could cause support to gather for the whispers of revolt hiding in the shadows. A revolt I intend to join. War is in our blood after all. It was foolish to think our nature could be stifled for very long.