Darrow's gifted, arrogant Arcos lancer, schooled for baiting Rhonna and warned to keep his distance from the caged Minotaur.
Alexandar au Arcos, Darrow's dashing lancer and grandson of Lorn au Arcos, quotes the classics on the bridge as the Nessus slides into Venus orbit, effortlessly correcting Rhonna on the enemy fleet's composition to needle her. Darrow catches the self-satisfied smiles Alexandar flashes behind his back, replays them until the boy's cheeks burn, and tells him his gifts don't excuse being 'such an asshole—it's why there's war in the first place.' Warned to keep clear of Apollonius, Alexandar wagers the Minotaur won't risk the bloodfeud with a bomb in his head, and pointedly asks whether Darrow would truly avenge his death over the mission; Darrow lies that he would. Beneath the arrogance he is a relentless student of the martial arts who once sat in on Lorn's secret lessons, a talent Darrow prizes even as he curbs the boy's pride.
A young Gold with long hair he pushes from his eyes and pale cheeks quick to redden, in black chest armor he keeps immaculate with a silk handkerchief; a duelist's poised bearing.
Darrow's lancer; a brilliant, prideful young blademaster being taught humility on the road to Venus.