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Vincent's eyes shot open, then immediately squinted at the rays of the morning sun. He cracked his neck a few times, then noticed something was wrong. He felt.....colder, like heat had been taken away from his bed. He then looked over to find an empty impression upon his bed. Hazelle had left before he had woken, again. She had been doing this for the past few months and Vincent did not know why. He chalked it up to her weak mind and decided to get ready for the day. Vincent hauled himself out of bed and stood collecting himself while stark naked. He took in the crisp morning air, steeling his mind for the day to come. Who knows what his lord and lady would have him do this day? He needed to be ready for anything.

He waltzed over to his chiffarobe and began dressing himself. He adorned his day tunic and crimson suit, which showed off his abdomen, a sort of taunt to would be attackers. After dawning his boots and gloves, he then attached his blade to his belt. Ah, his blade. A true masterpiece, it was crafted for his hand by the finest smiths in all of the Red Kingdom. The Dragons Tongue, it was called. The hadndle pure black outlined in scarlett, meant to resemble a horned dragons head. Then the blade was pure crimson, it was light and it was sharp. A thing so beautiful forged to kill so many. Vincent laughed to himself while thinking about it. He then shook his head and realized there were more important things to do. He threw on his cape and he was out the door.

The Red Knight walked with cold proficiency down the hall of the castle, no expression on his face. His flaming hair billowed behind, making it seem he was ablaze. He reached his Lords room, but found he was still fast asleep. On any other day, he would wake him in a loud manor. Only he and the princess could do so without incurring his wrath. Though, last night was a stressful one for the prince. With the war almost upon the realm, he seemed to be nervous, so he thought it best to let him sleep.

As he walked down through a number of other halls until he came upon the sitting room. In a red chair sat his hearts desire. The red princess sat in front of him, her hair a mess, like always. What a wonderful mess it was, always unpredictable and never bowing, just like her. The attire she had on was a suggestive one, black lace to bring out the hidden desires of one self. By all the blood in his body, she was perfect. He quickly walked up to her and knelt in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers. "My lady, I hope this morning finds you well. Though I can see that your countenance has been plagued by something, sorrow? Is there anything i can do for you on this morn? Name anything and it shall be done. Anything to see a smile come back to your face."