22 - Defeated

~Dakota’s Point of View~

“What the hell is wrong with your face,” the King snarls, just before shoving a load of food in his mouth.

I instinctively touch my cheek and it feels too familiar, like I’ve done it a thousand times. I don't quite know how I knew it, but before I even looked in a mirror I knew it was there. I may not know my name but I can't forget something like that. A dark birthmark covering the bottom half of my cheek and the top of my neck, it's pretty noticeable.

I narrow my eyes at the dude, and I’m close to telling him he looks like a barbarian, a caveman and more so an asshole. My eyes blink rapidly as the words are lost on my tongue. He shovels another fork full in his mouth like it's a miniature shovel and dribbles land all in his beard. Something in my stomach flips, nearly making me lose my appetite.

“Yes we will have to see what we can do about that, everyone will talk if you are to stay here. It's a bad omen for our kind and we can’t let the public see,” t