Vincent/Vaelthor~
I followed Queen Natalie through the winding corridors of the palace, my steps measured, every nerve on edge. The walls seemed to close in, adorned with tapestries depicting heroic battles—battles that probably glorified the very people who'd destroyed my family. Katrina walked beside me, her hand brushing mine occasionally, sending sparks through the mate bond that both thrilled and tormented me. Winter trailed just behind with Nicholas, her face a mask of cool detachment, but I could feel her turmoil through our sibling link, like a storm brewing in the shadows.
