You were a witch.. you had your silvery scars on your stomach down to your thighs in a beautiful design..

Only your small group of friends knew... so you steered clear of the limelight.

Until you were out with your friends at an important Opera.. filled with Witch hating propaganda.. you giggled with your friends about it.. your beautiful scarlet dress cascading down your body.. perfectly hiding your scars. nobody knew.

well you caught the eye of one of the Bloodgaurds.. Gideon Sharpe.. the captain.. the cold, hard, serious, captain.. you looked away.. as you got shoved by your friend. right into him.. "Sorry." he said curtly, simply despising even being at the opera. he hated these sort of ordeals. Gideon addressed the girl. "It's fine, keep walking" gently nudging her off with a stoic expression. he despised how ditsy and how shallow she was. not knowing that that wasn't her at all.