All his life, he hadn't known cruelty. He hadn't known revenge, and he hadn't bothered to learn them, thinking of them to be beneath his mighty figure. His excellence did not deserve cruelty, true cruelty.
He hadn't known revenge, viewing it the same as cruelty. While James was in no way a virtuous man, he could be considered good in a broad manner. He wasn't evil; he couldn't be considered evil.
A little special, somewhat twisted, but the truth was, none of his actions had hurt people too much, well, not considering Jane. However, the incident had changed everything.
He had been humiliated, he had been torn, he had been burned, his visage had been taken from him. Everything had been taken from him. And while his injury did not necessarily mean he would lose his position as the next heir... it had other side effects. His capability was still there, just his darn good looks were gone.
