Vincent listened intensely to every word Lilith said. "Since then, she's been with the shifters, which according to the prophecy is where she is meant to be. It's all been very stressful on all of us." She explained.
Vincent was sitting in this very seat a few days back when memories of a time long forgotten came slamming into him like a ton of bricks. He'd spent the last few day sorting through those memories and piecing things together. The war. The alliance. The lies spun to hide the truth and explain what was forgotten.
He wondered why those memories had surfaced. And now, everything made sense.
"I'm not happy about this. But I will attend. My King calls, and I will come as requested." Vincent wasn't ready to leave the comfort of his walls, but he didn't have much of a choice. If history was repeating itself, fighting it would most likely lead to devastation. He heard the stories of those who changed their fate, and many stories lead to tragedy.
