[Honey]

"This piece does not belong with the rest. It is dissimilar in more way than one. It feels odd, takes on a different shade, and when it is put near the others it looks even worse than it is." He pulled it back into his lap, and moved his fingers to begin removing the stitches, which proved even easier than he thought. Leaving the others he held the single patch up, looking more pitiful with loose threads and strings hanging from it. "I am this patch, and the others are the women here at the castle. It does not matter how I try to change, or blend in, I am never quite right. I do not belong."