Crossroads of Destiny

The great oak doors of Castle Viscine creaked open, admitting a gust of wind and rain along with Queen Eleanor and her entourage. Vincent stood at the top of the grand staircase, his sisters Denise and Jasmine flanking him on either side. The tension in the air was palpable as Eleanor ascended the steps, her eyes locked with Vincent's.

"Prince Vincent," Eleanor said, her voice carrying despite the storm raging outside. "I thank you for granting me this audience. The matter I bring before you is of utmost urgency."

Vincent inclined his head slightly. "Speak then, Queen Eleanor. What is this plot you claim threatens us all?"

Denise, Vincent's elder sister, stepped forward, her eyes narrowing at Eleanor. "Surely, brother, we needn't entertain every wild claim from our... neighbors."

Vincent raised a hand, silencing his sister. "We will hear what Queen Eleanor has to say. Let us retire to the war room, where we can speak freely and without interruption."