, it’s big. Bloody skyscrapers, the Underground, all of it. Art, literature, cuisine; but most of all, music. Mother had me trained on the piano from the time I was a toddler, and I excelled. Natural affinity, and it would have been utterly wasted on the man I was meant to become. A perfect, posh, pureblood princeling, but the moment that noseless git branded me with this fucking horrific thing," he gestured at his arm in revulsion, "I knew it was all for bloody nothing. So when I moved back to England, I came across a bloke offering guitar lessons. Jumped at the chance to learn—always liked the Weird Sisters, y’know.