Boartusk Heights daddy issues

The call came as a surprise; not just to Vincent, but most likely to all four siblings. Their...father? Calling for them? They had seen so little of him that the boy often forgot he even had a father. Was he as scarcely around his wife as he was his children?

Vincent saw very little use in trying to find any redeeming qualities in his father, no matter how much the man tried to befriend and appeal to them. His respect was hard-earned, and seemingly reserved for his mother only. And yet the prince responded to the summons all the same.

He approached slowly, ready to dismiss the encounter altogether should a single thing not go his way. He took a seat, chin raised as he looked over his older doppelganger. So rangy, so thin – not to mention he reeked like he had been rolling in corpses and dung. What did mother see in this man?

Vincent shot a pointed look to Nymphora as she greeted Nivis with a polite dip of her head, his red gaze saying, he is not worthy of any sort of courtesy.