Ferko, the young Crown Prince of Tongues. His family was always torturous and tyrannical, but he was much worse. He was raised in it, after all.

His sick and twisted mind deterred others away from him. He never looked pleased in the presence of another. Always a dreadful glare through his dark red eyes.

He sits in his bedroom, applying silver paint to his face. He was preparing to his choosing ceremony, where he’d pick princesses to compete for his affection.