She'd been given to him, to do with as he wished. She'd been scared, helpless. She'd not known what would happen to her. Torture? Rape? She was sure that he was as cruel as the fates that had cursed his face.
But, that first night, he'd wiped away her tears, looked into her frightened emerald eyes with his strange silver ones, touched her pink hair. He'd never hurt her, just kept her in his room, away from those who would. She began to see past his shark-like features to the man beneath, believed him when he vowed to protect her.