You hadn't always lacked your vision. When you were born, you'd been a perfectly normal, happy baby. Little tufts of (h/c) hair grew out of your head and bright (e/c) eyes had grabbed the attention of many passerby. Your parents weren't poor, but they were by no means wealthy. So parading their handsome baby- you- around had been their favorite pastime.
Your vision had been snatched from you when you were eight. You had been out riding the family horse with your father when the animal had spooked. You'd been thrown off and a rock had come in contact with the soft spot where the back of your head connected to your spine. When you'd woken up, the doctor had told you that you were lucky to not be dead, or at the very least p