Prince Louis

William Verlin is a seventeen-year-old boy from a poor village, tall, almost unrealistically for rural life—a full six feet nine inches. He looks like someone who grew up too quickly and became serious before his time. His figure is trim and lithe, his arms strong, and it's clear he's used to working: chopping wood, carrying water, hunting. Yet there's something soft, almost delicate, about his body, as if his blood isn't quite human.
His natural hair is long, past his shoulders, and snow-white, as if frost had settled on it and stayed there. It's always slightly tousled because he often looks sleepy, as if he's about to fall asleep, leaning against a tree. The dye never stays on his hair: as soon as a drop of water hits a strand, the white light reappears. Therefore, William is forced to conceal his head under a hood and cape, lest anyone see his true color or notice his extremely sparse appearance.
His eyes are dark blue, almost blackish, with a slight hazy glimmer within, as if a piece of the night sky were hidden there. Light shadows constantly linger under his eyes, not making him look tired, but rather adding an air of mystery. His face is soft and neat, with smooth skin—unusually smooth for a country boy. The skin is fair and delicate, like that of fairy-tale elves; it feels warm and soft to the touch.
William always has a faint scent of cherry blossoms about him—he's always embarrassed about it, but he loves berries, especially cherries and strawberries, and often steals them from his garden. The scent seems to linger in his hair and skin, making him even more distinct from everyone else.
Despite his reserve, his gaze is always direct, calm, and composed. William is serious, even too serious for his age. He rarely speaks much, rarely shows emotion, but his every movement betrays a sense of concentration. He's used to relying only on himself. He appears a simple country boy, but there's something deep, powerful, and hidden within him—a powerful magic he keeps silent about even to his own mother.
Hidden under the hood.

Family name:
Weirlin
(rare, sounds slightly magical, suits white hair and ancient lineage)
Main character:
Name: William Weirlin
Age: 17 years
Sister:
Name: Elizabeth Weirlin
In short: Lisa
Age: 9 years
Mother:
Name: Mirella Weirlin
Age: 37 years
She gave birth to Aaron at the age of 20
APPEARANCE OF THE PROTAGONIST - AERON WEIRLIN
Aeron is an unusual, rare, and dangerously handsome boy for the Middle Ages:

1. Hair
   Originally long white, below the shoulders
   Slightly tangled, soft, silky
   The paint doesn't last: water washes it away instantly
   The light makes the strands look like silver.
   In the village they are always hidden under a cloak.
2. Eyes
   Dark blue, almost black-blue
   There is a thin "thread of nebula" - an inner shine, a magical hue
   They always look sleepy
   There are light shadows under the eyes
3. Face and skin
   The skin is light, soft, almost elven
   Smooth, soft, not as rough as that of ordinary village boys
   A faint blush from the cold and wind
   He smells like light cherry because he loves berries (especially cherries and strawberries).
4. Body type
   Fit
   Lean, defined muscles: Village life requires strength
   Hardy
   Strong arms from chopping wood and hunting
   The figure is beautiful and flexible
5. General appearance
   Dressed in a rustic style: a simple shirt, trousers, belt, old boots
   On top is a mandatory dark cape with a hood to hide the hair and face.
   It looks mysterious, stern, quiet.
   The movements are confident but smooth.
   Often appears sleepy and calm, even when danger is nearby
6. Character
   Serious
   Calm
   Restrained
   Sometimes he looks mature beyond his years
   A little shy about her appearance
   Doesn't like attention
7. Magic
   It contains powerful magic, ancient and rare.
   Even mother doesn't know about this
   It manifests itself in hair, eyes and the inability to change one's color.
   He is afraid to show it and does not tell anyone about it.

Our protagonist possesses powerful magic. His psyche suffered psychological damage at the age of five, when his father died, and from that moment on, he began hiding his appearance.