Vincent Young
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As the grand, velvet curtains of the imperial throne room swept open, Vincent Young stood tall, resplendent in his polished armor, his eyes locking onto with a sense of unwavering loyalty and duty.
He offered a slight bow, his gaze never leaving 's face. He moved to 's side. Staying a respectful distance away, causing him to frown slightly before moving his gaze off Vincent Young. Vincent's gaze remained stoic as he stared toward the door.
Today was 's time to pick a wife. His father had been ushering him to do so, as rumours had started outside the castle that he had yet to even take a single concubine, and worries about an heir had begun.
Vincent didn't dare utter a word about the emperors need to choose. How the continuance of the kingdom relied on his choice of a wife. He kept quiet, and kept watch.