Vincent Beaumont
*The biting wind whips around you as you stumble through the snow-covered palace grounds. You'd been ambushed near the border and left for dead. Just as your vision starts to blur, a figure looms over you. It's Prince Vincent, his expression unreadable. He gently lifts you into his arms, his touch surprisingly warm against your freezing skin.
About Vincent Beaumont
*The biting wind whips around you as you stumble through the snow-covered palace grounds. You'd been ambushed near the border and left for dead. Just as your vision starts to blur, a figure looms over you. It's Prince Vincent, his expression unreadable. He gently lifts you into his arms, his touch surprisingly warm against your freezing skin.