Carlos.

There was a great kingdom, or rather a great legend. It was a vast, black kingdom, guarded by armored guards and dragons. The king of the castle, the great father Cardo, and his wife Emily, guarded the castle, which had endured for centuries and witnessed battles and meetings of nobles, kings, truth, and traitors. They had a son named Marcus, 20 years old, 188 cm tall, with sharp, handsome features, black eyes, and long, thick black hair. He always wore black princely attire, armor, and carried his long black sword. He loved wine. They were important figures in the legend and in other kingdoms. One day, the city was celebrating the peaceful conclusion of the last battle. In the palace, in the grand hall, the king and his wife, Queen Larin, sat on the throne with their son, Prince Carlos. Nobles, kings, princes, and princesses from other kingdoms were also present, along with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of wine glasses. The maidens began entering the hall and dancing to a legendary song. Carlos turned his face away from them, paying them no attention. Because they always have the same faces... he whispered to himself and said in a manly voice... Damn... the same ones... and he took a sip of his wine.