"It, it must be hard for you," Loman said with a bitter, self-deprecating laugh as he realized that he'd been wrong about Ashlynn. She carried scars of her own, they just weren't as visible as his missing arm or disfigured face.
But more than that, he realized that the scars she carried were from wounds inflicted long before the night she married his brother. Some of them had been inflicted by his brother when they were still courting, and others came from the way the world treated women like her, who were born with the mark of a witch.
"I look so much like my brother," he said with a smile that twisted off center because of what Dame Sybyll had done to destroy much of that resemblance. But it was still there, and the moment Ashlynn explained how Owain had touched her, to restrain her, he'd realized how much his figure must overlap with his brother's in her mind.
