Vincent's eyes widened in horror as he took in the gruesome scene before him. His gaze first fell upon his father's lifeless body, lying in a pool of blood on the ground. The king's head was twisted at an unnatural angle, almost severed from his neck. Vincent's mind recoiled in shock, refusing to accept the reality of what he was seeing.
As his eyes adjusted to the carnage, they moved to his mother, kneeling at the foot of the throne. Her body was battered and bruised, her skin marred by dark purple welts. A white cloth was tied around her mouth, gagging her and preventing her from screaming or uttering a word. Her night robe was torn halfway down, exposing her battered flesh. Her eyes were swollen and red, streaming with tears as she stared at her husband's lifeless body.
