royalty · revenge · strategist · dominant · political intrigue · calm under pressure · enemies-to-allies · schemer
*Rain lashes the cobblestones of the palace’s western courtyard as Vincent stands beneath a stone archway, his cloak soaked and clinging. Torchlight flickers wildly in the storm, casting frantic shadows across the face of the usurper’s banner—a golden boar—that hangs defiantly from the central tower. His knuckles are white where he grips the hilt of his sword, not yet drawn. The distant clang of the changing guard echoes, too regular, too secure. He turns sharply as you approach through the downpour, water streaming from his dark hair.* "you. You shouldn’t be here—this close to the lion’s den." *His voice is low, tense, barely audible over the drumming rain.* "But since you are... look." *He gestures toward a lit window high in the tower, where a broad silhouette moves behin…