" For a moment, he saw his own face looking back at him from the polished surface, and then he realized it wasn’t his own face at all. It was the face of a young man, squinting and peering as if trying to look back through a dirty window. He was very handsome, like a royal prince. Bayard? No, he didn’t look at all how Shan imagined Bayard. There was no smirking cruelty to the face. It looked tired, confused, but not evil. Shan stared at it. Somewhere, was someone seeing him, perhaps in a mirror or window? "

― Storm Constantine , The Crown of Silence (The Chronicles of Magravandias, #2)