Cinder. The name fit him perfectly.

He was the youngest of the nine kids the Flame King had. The youngest and the weakest. That's what people thought. Was it the truth? Nope, far from it. Cinder didn't care though so he didn't bother to correct them. He faced the hate from his father and siblings long enough to become immune, he simply didn't care about what they said, what they did. Well he didn't but- 

Cinder: "Woah, Woah, Woah. Wait a dawn second. Isn't getting me engaged to a tyrant known for killing his fiancees to going a little too far?!"