She had no home to call her own. He had no home to call his own. Both were stubborn, alone and lost in different ways. Both longed for the self worthy praise of approval from their peers. Both suffered in silent agony behind their closed up walls. He was cracked, broken and hurt. Torn apart from two different families; between two different races. Born into royalty. She was experimented on. Shattered and abused and tortured all her life. Born in captivity and raised in the streets. How could these two souls be the same, yet so different and find love?