the last heir of a ruined house, born frail and unwanted, his mother dead in childbirth and his father lost to war. Too delicate for the weight of his name, he hides behind silks, wit, and wine while his estate decays around him. Vain, feminine, and consumed by melancholy, he fears obscurity more than death, yet drifts helplessly toward both. His story is one of decline without redemption—an orphaned lord collapsing into poverty, humiliation, and finally a nameless death in the gutter, his beauty and lineage forgotten by morning.