Ever since I escaped from my kidnappers. I have always carried the Punjab lasso and at least one dagger hidden somewhere on me whenever I went out of my home's grounds, and sometimes even the house. There was an investigation into the kidnapping, which ended up leading back to the Comte de Arancourt and the Mascen family. The comte was the mastermind, and the Mascen family was the people who carried his orders out. Fortunately, all were convicted, and Julian de Arancourt is now serving time in a maximum-security prison, and has been stripped of his title.
Today I decided to take a walk in the park. Not many noticed me as I stuck primarily to the less-visited paths, though those that did see me could not help but stare. After all, is it not human nature to be curious? And their curiosity would certainly be provoked by what they had seen and heard in the news lately. For that (my kidnapping and subsequent escape) has been all that anyone has been talking about lately. Anyways, as I was walking, I was thinking about my situation. It is quite lonely, really, when cursed with a face like mine. Yes, lonely.
But I have resigned myself to this fact now, and is no longer so hard to deal with or even accept. I go back to Shadowlocke tomorrow, and shall resume my solitary life once again. For I know no one will ever accept me for who I am, but will reject me solely on the basis of my physical imperfections. Perhaps that kind young boy will still be around?
A/N: There will be a sequel to this story. Thanks for everyone's helpful support!
The sequel will be named "Love Blooms In Darkness".