Xavier stumbled into his dimly lit room, the weight of his injured eye dragging him down with every step as he felt a terrible headache.
The scent of herbs and medicine lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the days he had spent confined in the court physician's room. With a heavy sigh, he made his way to the mirror that adorned the wall, his reflection distorted by the flickering light.
As he reached up to remove the eye patch that concealed his wounded eye, a surge of anger consumed him. His hand trembled slightly as he pulled the fabric away, revealing the scarred, empty socket that now marred his once handsome face. "Damn you, Archie," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with bitterness and determination.
Staring at his reflection, Xavier's remaining eye blazed
