The Blackwood estate had always been a fortress of power and blood, built on fear and ruthless ambition. It was a place where strength determined worth, and Vincent had once been a forgotten prince in its vast kingdom.
But not anymore.
Now, whispers filled the halls. Servants bowed their heads in deeper respect. Advisors who had once disregarded Vincent now trembled in his presence.
And his older brother?
The so-called Blackwood heir had become nothing more than a ghost of his former self, overshadowed by Vincent's quiet dominance.
No one had expected it.
Vincent hadn't even declared war on his brother.
He didn't need to.
Power was not taken—it was naturally drawn to those who deserved it.
And Vincent? He was born to rule.