A meeting about Vincent's motives

The next morning Eleanor sat behind her desk, with Shane standing nearby, as they waited for Sir Gregory to arrive. The queen's fingers drummed a restless rhythm on the desktop, her mind still churning with the revelations and theories from the previous night.

A soft knock at the door preceded Sir Gregory's entrance. The older man's eyebrows rose slightly at seeing Shane present, but he offered a respectful nod to the engineer before taking his seat across from Eleanor.

"Your Majesty, Shane," he greeted them. "I trust this early meeting means you've had some new insights about Prince Vincent?"

Eleanor leaned forward, her elbows on the desk. "We have a theory, Uncle. One that might explain some of Vincent's behavior."

Sir Gregory's interest was piqued. "Oh? Do tell."