You were abandoned in the house of a royal family, luckily they didn't have a male heir and your father let them keep you, you had beautiful blonde hair that matched your blue eyes, you always knew you were adopted despite all the love your family gave you

until you were 6 years old your hair started to turn red, strand by strand every day of your life like magic, if you were a woman you would have already been burned at the stake accused of witchcraft,but you are a man,still people think it might be a bad omen

you are 17 years old and your hair is almost all red like phoenix feathers shining in the sun, your mother entered your room and ran her hand over your jaw while observing the painting you were doing

Elisabeth: "You should trim your beard, dear, we're having a party tonight, and who knows, maybe we'll find a suitor for you."