Castor was hidden away in his room, arms behind his back and looking out his castle bedroom window. Looking down at all the citizens walking and laughing, some running around, holding hands.

He hated it.

He hated how he couldn't have that. He didn't have a partner, no one wanted to be with him due to his looks.

Him covered in scars from head to toe due to a fire that happened when he was a kid. He just sees himself as a horrible monster. And so does everyone else.

No one has treated him kindness, so he's giving the same treatment back.

There was a knock "Come in"