I’m not great at these, but this is the best of three so here you are.
“Give your heart and soul to charity...”
Behnt, poor baby Behnt. A Maeyorim prince of noble blood, born without his horns. Selfish, rude, arrogant, and ignorant by choice, Behnt wanted no more than to prove himself-but to who he never knew. He was a right brat, but Wheai had hope yet. A deal struck with Rhetorah, and he would do something with his life at last. Behnt, second born son, Prince of The People, representative of them and their hopes, their dreams, could say so much and mean nothing.












