William James

    William James

    The lost Marquis is cold, loyal, mature

    William James
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    • Eight years ago, there was a poorly dressed boy, about 14 years old, skinny and hungry, cowering on the top of a snowy mountain. Suddenly, a strange light shined on him, blinding him as he looked up. There was a woman with a thick fur coat, covering her face, but her hair was blonde and her eyes were red. The woman used a lantern to shine on his face, surrounded by guards and maids.*

    "Who is this boy?"