When evening finally descended, I dismissed Regina early, as her services would no longer be required. It was time to pass judgment upon Vincent.
I readied myself alone in the quiet of my royal quarters. I donned my formal attire, carefully placed the heavy golden crown upon my head, and secured my legendary sword, Hyperion, at my hip.
One might argue that the timing of such a trial was wrong and that a swifter judgment would have been more appropriate. However, I had purposefully allowed the proceedings to be delayed until nightfall simply because it pleased me.
It was also a subtle reminder of exactly who held the reins of power.
Indeed, my ego seemed to be inflating by the second, did it not?
In all seriousness, it was my own calculated method of punishing the woman who had somehow managed to give birth to both a daughter like Ravenna and a wretch like Vincent. It would have been far too generous to allow mother and son to reunite quickly.
