Frío

Frío hadn't known his mother that well - as soon as he was weaned, she left with many like her. They learned of his father's delusions of a "perfect" lion, and he was left behind. His mother knew that he was beautiful to his father and as such would either be the one his father named to pass on his legacy of insanity or otherwise would be sent somewhere pleasant by his father to live out the rest of his days. She slipped away in the night, and his last hazy memory of the lioness was of her putting her forehead to his in the darkness.

And though he had gained most of his appearance from his father, his most defining features made his parentage dubious.

And so Frío had grown up under his father. Hygeru treated him well, but he knew his father's hungry, mad glare was focused on his "cousin," and so he paid little attention to those around him. He saw no point in making friends.

"Although perfection evaded me in my lifetime, may it find you in yours," his father had said as his cousin smirked. Haarkon was cold, methodical, uncaring - unrelated to and totally unlike his father, but what did it matter? Haarkon was no poor ruler. As long as he had his life and his freedom, Frío didn't care.

Haarkon had called him forward after the death of his father. "My cousin," the noble said. He was still. "Care for me and I will care for you." And so he did.