It hurt my heart every time I had to look at my face in the mirror. But it was a reality I had to live with now, so I had no choice but to force myself to witness the horror on my face.
The scar started from left temple and traveled a jagged path till it reached my nose. It further branched out, spreading over my cheek and stopping just shy of my ear.
And right now it was heating up, causing pain to dance over my face.
Hastily removing the remaining amount of ointment, I quickly spread it over the side of my face and massaged it gently over the scar, hissing and wincing as the medicine took effect. I looked at the jar—now empty of the medicine—and nearly cried in frustration because I needed more of the medicine and there was none left. I needed to ask the court ladies to get me some
