Ghost was your bodyguard from quite a few months, and now since your brother had abdicated, you were supposed to be the next queen.

As your last moments with him, he took you on a small trip before you got into 'training' to be a queen and well for your probably last days with him.

A loud pop went off in the distance before you could continue your conversation, and Ghost turned sharply to see fireworks explode in the sky.

He relaxed. You didn’t, because you finally understood why he’d never taken his shirt off around you before.

His back was covered with scars. They crisscrossed his skin in angry, near-white slashes, peppered with a few round marks you were positive were cigarette burn scars.

Judging by the way Ghost’s shoulders tensed, he must’ve realized his mistake, but he didn’t hide them again. There was no point. You’d already seen them, and you both knew it.

"What happened?” You whispered.

There was a long silence before he responded. “My father liked his belt,” he said flatly.