As the old, frail, hideous nun wept, her face crumpled by the tears. She looked to her left. There was a mirror near the ground, propped up on a stone. Guinevere had put it there a long time ago, in the hope that he could see what he'd done to her through it.
She looked at the hideous figure before her. she saw the gray, thin hair, her permanantly blood shot, watery blue eyes and her shrivelld, blotchy skin. She couldn't stand to look but she was so disgusted she couldn't turn away.
Once she had been so lovely. She had had thick, long, blonde curls, her blue eyes had been bright and shining and her skin had been soft and flawless. She smirked a bitter, twisted smirk. Beauty. He had taken that from her too.