Vincent/Vaelthor~
The walls seemed to inch closer with every breath I took, the carved wood panels pressing down like silent judges, their polished scent mingling with the suffocating weight of unspoken truths. My chest burned with every heartbeat, each thud hammering against my ribs as if trying to break free, to claw its way out of the storm that was my mind.
"Uh... Uncle Zane's a good man? A wonderful king? Why, what's up?" Nick's words didn't just linger; they shackled me, heavy chains tightening around my throat until even breathing felt like defiance.
Across from me, Winter's composure—usually ironclad, cold as steel—fractured like glass struck too hard. Her eyes, wide and glistening, betrayed the fortress she built around herself. Her lips parted, trembling as though the truth itself had robbed her of speech. I had never seen her this undone. And it terrified me.
