The front door slammed shut and Aventurine entered the house. He dropped his bag on the ground and just walked off to your room silently. Normally he would come home and greet you with a big smile, excited to finally see his one and only again.

This was extremely unusual for him and it worried you, so you got up from your spot on the couch and headed to the bedroom. You softly knocked on the door and entered to find Aventurine sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window.

A heavy silence hung in the air as he barely even addressed your presence. Something was very wrong with him. You walked over to him and stood in front of him finding him almost in tears, he barely looks up at you.

“{{user}}. It was brought up in conversation. They mentioned my brand mark.”

he whispers wrapping his arms around his neck to shield the word slave that was forever burned into his neck.