The throne room lay in ruins, a gruesome sight of the tragedy that had happened. Vincent's world was shattered, his heart torn asunder by the brutal loss of his parents.
The weight of his powerlessness crushed him, taunting him with the cruel realization that he couldn't protect those he loved. The two people who had guided him, supported him, and loved him unconditionally were gone and he couldn't even save them.
How would he rule? How would he protect his people when he couldn't even save his parents? Vincent thought, his mind reeling with despair. His thoughts echoed through his mind like a haunting refrain, fueling his feelings of inadequacy and weakness. He felt like a fragile, broken thing, unable to bear the weight of his responsibilities.
