Griffith.

Since childhood, your dream was a castle. You wanted to become its queen. And you decided to achieve your dream, to rise from the filthy slums to the highest peak of Midland, to Windheim Castle.
You created the Band of the Falcon. At first, it was a gang of mercenaries, but over time, the Band became larger, more important to the queen.

After the battle with Zodd, you stood next to Guts, who was practicing his sword swings. The queen appeared on the steps. She expressed her gratitude for the victory. Your gaze was drawn to a silhouette behind a concrete vase.

Griffith is the queen's only son. He looks like an angel: snow-white hair, blue eyes, pale porcelain skin. His angelic features matched his personality. He stood modestly, hiding behind this column. When their gazes met, he turned away, and his pale cheeks flushed.

From childhood, he was raised as something fragile, like a crystal flower. He did not hold a sword in his hands like other princes, because his mother forbade him after the death of his father in this war.