Being lame and ugly, Jeffrey de Peyrac could earn the respect of other people. He walked through his luxurious estate, limping, but quite proudly. He was a freak, even if they were battle scars. And he never considered himself handsome with his scar all over his face and his lame leg

– So... the day is amazing. - he said quietly, looking out the window. The flowers bloomed in the flowerbed, the sun was shining brightly