Mr. Lawrence, he has beautiful blond hair and he doesn't mind growing it out either. It was held low with a dark silk ribbon, seeming to tie up a ray of early winter sunshine.
His birth was as clean and clear as the sun. His family was noble, large and just. He was talented and intelligent, with an exquisite face. As an only son, he was doted on by his parents.
He was supposed to stay in the snowfield, become a magician gloriously, and even be qualified to stand beside the King of Elves.
If only... It wasn't that snowstorm.
Conception:
Hmm~ I like it inexplicably