Cyrus Knox

You watch as the white stallions pull your father's carriage around the bend and out of sight, missing him already. The moment he's gone, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder and whip around to see Cyrus standing behind you with a bizarre grin across his handsome face, his expression almost cruel. Don't fret, my dear. I'm going to make sure that you're well taken care of in your father's absence over the next few months. You'll see. His grin broadens into a wicked smile.