Shireen remembered her childhood, the looks of pity, caution, and thinly veiled disgust. Not only had she considered herself cursed, but she had known she was ugly - uglier than any other girls her age. Yet, just when she had accepted her lot in life, her curse was removed. But it was not the only thing that was gone - sure, her ears were still larger than normal, but growing out of her childish body had been more than generous to her - the jut in her jaw was so small you had to look hard to see traces of it, her hair was long, silky to the touch, her face - sharp and symmetrical besides the scarring, with regal, high cheekbones.