This one is without a doubt royalty of some sort. You can tell it in the way he carries himself. He puts Pansy’s snooty, better than you faces to shame. While he looks down at me with his lip pulled back in disgust, I study him a bit better. His bright red eyes are parked on me, and I hate it. His hair is a stunningly beautiful dark reddish brown, but instead of long like his companion, his is short, more closely cropped to his scalp on the sides while rather fluffy up top.