3: Herbert

The son is nothing like the father. Where von Krolock is stormclouds-at-midnight dark, from his clothing to his iron-grey hair, Herbert's colouring reminds me of winter twilight and week-old snow; he dresses almost entirely in lavender satin, with touches of silver or palest pink. Even his hair is a sort of creamy off-white. He is undeniably handsome - and knows it, too - but terribly affected. Everything he does, every gesture, every flick of his fingers; all done for the benefit of an invisible audience.

He seems to be standing outside himself, watching his own every move.

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