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Jeremy Irons is King Augustus Kinderlund
Luton was the same dull, abandoned atmosphere from her childhood. Victoria walked up the stone path that lead towards the palace gates, that would lead her into her father's palace. He had built his palace from scratch after swearing he wouldn't live in the same home where his wife was murdered.
Victoria took a turned off of the path where the cement disappeared into the overgrown grass. The grass glided against the bottom of her dress as she walked farther through.
In the distance, was the small home where she had grown up, where her mother was murdered. The home was partially burned.
Victoria entered through the doorway, where the door was missing. As she walked inside, she was hit with a whiff of mildew and dry rotted wood, but somehow, she still could smell the faded scent of her once safe haven.
She walked through the destroyed home and took in everything with no thought of her emotions that began to fume. Her eyes were filled with tears, which began to blur her vision.
Victoria entered the kitchen and turned towards the door. She instantly recalled the one tragic night where she sat in that very corner where she stood, and watched her mother get murdered before her eyes.
Her hazel eyes scanned the floorboards, where dried blood was still visible, caked within the old, dusted floorboards.
She knelt down to the floor and clenched her jaw.
"Things would be incredibly different if you were here," she whispered. "There would be peace, father wouldn't be consumed by dark power. He would still be who he once was. He would love me."
Victoria stood upright when she heard footsteps across the creaking floorboards. The pix turned around and stared at the doorway.
The same man who had followed her onto the bridge in Posada. His lengthy black hair was soaked by the rain, hanging low in his face. His eyes stared into hers, and after a moment, she soon realized a thick gash on his jaw peeking out beneath his hair, and a bruise surrounding his eye.
"They were bound to find you sooner or later." His voice was quieter than when they had first met. It was on edge.
Victoria swallowed as she noticed the dagger tucked away in his belt. "What did you do, Winfred?" She asked him just above a whisper.
The brunette spun in a circle as lightning flashed through the home. Her hair whipped past her as the wind began to pick up harshly.
