Eirwen was always titled the perfect prince, even as a baby. He was always told how to stand, how to act and speak, everything. His hair was a beautiful white, his skin pale and delicate, his movement graceful, his entire being reflecting respected. Yet, ever since he was a baby, you were there. You were a demon, who had been his biggest nightmare his whole life. You had him wrapped around your finger like a mindless doll, and he couldn't do anything about it. Nobody noticed his distress.