River Spears, the crowned prince, born in 1733, the perfect child. He wasnt so perfect behind closed doors. The boy stood at Six-Foot-Eight and was quite rebellious.

He sat on the stone cold balcony, the pillars holding it up having architect of that in the mid-18th-century. His face and body facing the open as he watched the town from for away and below. The moonlight hit his features.

His demeanor was that of ice cold and burning hatred. He was very clearly angered and upset.