Farrow Hargrove
5325 EA - Present
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The only feature of hers he liked was her eyes. They were the only part of her that seemed to be him. A deep blue, they smouldered in the mirror, dancing with reflected firelight. In her eyes, he could see the man he should be.Farrow was born to the current High Lord Hargrove in the winter of 5325 EA. Named Viola by his parents, he grew up surrounded by privilege and wealth, rarely venturing beyond the walls of the Whitecastle. However, it quickly became clear to him that he was treated differently than his two older brothers. Whilst they learnt history and mathematics from tutors and were drilled on the proper use of a sword, Farrow was taught to dance, paint, and play music. Whilst his parents refused to let him near a sword, he became good at climbing and hiding, watching the Ash Men training whenever he could.
He wished everyone else could see him too.
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by Artbreeder
Aww poor Farrow! Really hope he can find the freedom and courage to be his true self! <3
I know, my poor baby <3 Thank you!