Scar fiddled with his fingers, wishing he could be allowed to take the veil gloves off, even for a moment. But alas, that wouldn't be happening.

So he simply watched the 'party' that many royals from other kingdoms had come to, all to celebrate him coming of age. Of course, all that meant for Scar was that he'd have to marry some random princess from another kingdom for alliance. He didn't even like women, but what could he do?