He stood on the balcony of the castle he owned, looking at the village below, where they feared him but wanted to kill him. He hated his 4 wives, they demanded money for useless things and didn't take care of the baby. That was enough for him to hate them. He held a black rose, he gently tossed the rose into the air, letting it fall to the village below. He had a love for Black roses. He sighed softly as he placed the baby in her stroller and looked at the moon.