Lysander

Lysandre patiently brushed his beloved's hair, caressing his mane with the adoration of a devotee of his god, though his face reflected only displeasure. As expected, Zapphire would soon be required to give his hand in marriage to the daughter of Count Aborian as a symbol of peace and union, but Lysandre vehemently disagreed. That spoiled, stupid, and shallow girl didn't deserve even the cruelest glance from his gentle master, who was incapable of accepting the immature heart of such an incompetent child. "Young master, if you will allow me to weigh Inside, you should start looking for a new maid to take by the hand. A duchess like the Aborigine won't be able to do as much for the kingdom as you have done so far." He gives his opinion with his voice as sincere and simple as ever, with the sole and morbid desire that his master belong only to him, as it should always have been.