Vincent was inside his parent's chambers taking care of the last minute preparations for Nibelheim's arrival. He received a follow-up letter stating that Princess Lucrecia would be bringing an extra. Vincent made sure to add the extra person to the list of guests and continued to double check everything to make sure things were in order. The young prince handed the documents to his father, who gave everything a quick look before nodding in approval and sealed the letters with hot wax and stamped it with Edge's crest. Vincent got up from his chair began walking towards the door.

"How's your incompetent wife handling her mother's execution?" Grimoire's inquiry wasn't shy of evil.

Vincent kept his back against his father as he clenched his jaw. Ever since Yuffie became Vincent's concubine, Grimoire belittles Tifa every chance he got, especially when it comes to her not fulfilling Vincent's sexual needs. The prince knew his father did it on purpose so he could get a rise out of Vincent, but Vincent never barked back, though, it has been more difficult to ignore the comments.

"I haven't talked to her about it." Vincent finally replied through gritted teeth.

"I suggest you change that tone of yours." Grimoire growled, not taking too kind to his son's attitude. "Anyways, does she even know about her mother's execution?"

"I'm sure Yuffie told her." Vincent managed to calm himself down enough to turn and face his vile father.

Grimoire grabbed a bunch of grapes and shoved a few in his mouth before responding. "Yuffie huh? You're not worried about their relationship at all?"

Vincent shook his head. "Not even in the slightest."

Grimoire finished off the rest of the grapes in his mouth before speaking again. "So, it doesn't concern you that the two of them could be conspiring to kill you?"

Vincent frowned. "That's very unlikely."

"You're right. Neither one of those whores have it in them to do that." Grimoire shoved a few more grapes in his mouth. Again, Vincent clenched this jaws, but made sure Grimoire didn't see him. Grimoire finished the rest of his grapes and threw the vine in the bowl he got the grapes from.

"Tifa...she's such a stubborn girl, isn't she?" Grimoire slowly approached Vincent. When Vincent didn't answer, Grimoire smirked and continued. "Maybe you should bend Yuffie over in front of her friend and show her how to serve you."

"Yuffie's doing a great job in serving my sexual needs." Vincent was happy that his father didn't call his bluff.

"But how exciting would it be if Tifa actually saw you fucking her friend? The look on her face would be priceless!" Grimoire couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe that would teach her to serve you properly."

"Father, Tifa is doing a great job in-

"You and I both know that you're lying!" Grimoire was now face to face with Vincent. So much for Grimoire not calling Vincent's bluff. He glared at his son and the prince did the same. "You will never rule this nation if you continue down this road."

Vincent's frown deepened. "And what road would that be, huh? Treating everyone with respect?"

Grimoire pointed his finger in Vincent's face, his glare never softened. Vincent wanted to reach out and break his old man's finger. "You will never gain respect from other nations if you continue this bullshit you're doing. A king must demand respect at all times."

"But a king must also show respect." Vincent cut in. Grimoire's finger was now an inch away from Vincent's nose. He grew tired of Vincent being docile when it came to ruling Edge.

"Vincent, your wife is supposed to serve you in every way. If you can't even make her spread her legs for you on command, then how can you run a nation?"

"That's for me to worry about. Not you." Vincent gritted.

Grimoire dropped his finger from Vincent's face and smirked. The two men were an inch away from each other, their glares never leaving their faces.

"Watch your tongue, Vincent. I am your father and I will not be disrespected." There was a moment of silence before Grimoire spoke again. "Your anniversary is coming up." Grimoire glanced at his son's chest and looked back at him. "I hope you're ready."

Grimoire slammed his shoulder into Vincent's shoulder before walking off, leaving Vincent in an angry state. He took a deep breath before walking towards his chambers. Though it was hard, Vincent would not break under pressure. He knew his father loved playing mind games, just as much as the sex-crazed man loved winning them.

"Tifa, you honestly think you can leave this castle without telling Vincent?"

Yuffie watched as her friend packed a small bag for her trip to Midgar. Tifa had to see her father and convince him to let her mother go. She needed to understand where did all the hate come from inside her father's heart. Growing up, not once did Tifa see her father do anything wrong with her mother. King Edward treated his queen with the upmost respect. Like a human being. Was it all a lie? Tifa needed to know, and if she didn't take her chance today, she may never have those questions answered.

"Vincent doesn't mind."

Yuffie sighed. She got up from the red velvet chaise and slapped the bag out of Tifa's hands, causing Tifa to frown. "You need to stop assuming everything. Do you not understand the scrutiny Vincent is under?"

"Yes I do." Tifa quickly grabbed her bag, her frown never leaving her face. "Vincent won't do anything to me."

"Don't be so sure about that."

Tifa paused and snapped her head towards Yuffie. "Where is this coming from? You've been here a little over a week and you see the way Vincent treats me."

"Tifa, one day that man may snap. You don't want to take him for granted."

"I'm not, Yuffie!" Tifa lowered her voice when she realized she elevated it. "I need to get some answers."

"Then ask the man. Your years here would be a little breathable if you at least give Vincent the proper respect and stop assuming."

"Why would he say no?"

"There may be a reason behind it and can't come out and say it. You need to slow down."

Tifa huffed as she shoved a white blouse inside her bag before tying it tight. "Yuffie, you know I'm not changing my mind."

"Tifa..."

Yuffie tried to grab her headstrong friend, but Tifa managed to snatch herself away from Yuffie's grasp. Tifa placed her hands on the handles of the double doors right before they swung open. The two women froze when they saw an irritated Vincent on the other side. Vincent glanced at Tifa's bag and back at her. Yuffie, feeling the tension between the two, quickly decided to get away. She didn't want to be a witness to anything.

"I'll be in the chambers if you need me, my Lord."

Vincent nodded, never taking his eyes away from Tifa. Yuffie shot a glare at Tifa before bowing to Vincent and excusing herself.

"What are you doing?" Vincent spoke in a tone that surprised Tifa. She could tell that he was riled up about something. She took a few steps back; Vincent matching her movements but only moving forwards. He closed the double doors behind him.

"What are you doing?" Vincent repeated.

"I'm going to Midgar." Tifa replied quietly.

"Without asking me?"

"I knew you wouldn't mind."

Vincent sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you aware of what I go through everyday? My father, our king, was just in my face about running you."

"Running me?" Tifa's brows quirked up as her face began to frown. "Wait, what do you mean by running me?"

"You know exactly what I mean." Vincent gritted.

Tifa swallowed the lump away in her throat. Vincent sighed, feeling bad that he was speaking to Tifa in a terrible manner.

"My father is relentless and everyday it's harder to keep my morals and promises I've made to you. If you would've took off, and I didn't know, it would make me look bad. He already thinks I'm not ready for the throne."

Tifa didn't realize she was holding her breath until she exhaled. Softening her stance, she looked into Vincent's eyes. She may not have a full understanding of everything, but she saw the hurt in her husband's eyes. She saw the constant fight and pain he has endured for the last five years. This is what Grimoire wants; absolute destruction between the young, married couple. Tifa grabbed Vincent's hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"I'm sorry, my Lord. I didn't mean to upset you." She sighed. "Yuffie was telling me some things that are similar to what you're saying now."

Her eyes looked down as she slowly hung her head. Vincent took his free hand and forced her almond eyes to look into his.

"I'm not trying to stop you from going to Midgar, but every move that we make is being examined by my father. Please communicate with me more. If we're not on the same page, its adding fuel to the already lit fire."

Tifa nodded. "I'm sorry, my Lord."

They released each other at the same time but never tore their gazes away. "Are you sure you are prepared to face the outcome?"

Tifa hesitated for a brief moment before nodding her head. "I have to see this through. I have to talk some sense into my father."

"...He was always like that." Vincent whispered.

Tifa frowned as she threw the bag over her back and placed each strap comfortably on her back. "You don't know him, Vincent."

Instead of replying and potentially damaging his relationship with Tifa any further, Vincent stepped aside and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Tifa glared at the door for a moment before leaving the chambers and making her way to Ferrah. Tifa has increased Ferrah's training recently and she estimated that she would make it to Midgar within 15 minutes before the execution. She has already squandered enough precious time with her little spat with Vincent. Vincent...the nerve of that man to say that about her father. She wanted to slap him for that scandalous comment, but she refrained, remembering what her red-eyed husband has asked her. She finally made it to Ferrah and began patting her feathered friend before hoisting her up. She gave Ferrah a quick snack and guided her away from the stables.

"Prince Vincent knows about me leaving." Tifa said to the guard as she hopped onto Ferrah. "If there are any issues, please see him. I should be back within a few hours."

With no questions asked, the guard nodded and opened the gate and let the princess go through.

Tifa was happy that Ferrah made it with 45 minutes to spare. She tapped Ferrah's sides to slow her pace and guided to an underground pathway that her and Yuffie would use often to sneak away from the castle when they were younger. Tifa whistled to make Ferrah stop in her tracks when they were at the entrance. It was a cool afternoon and it had started to rain lightly while Tifa made the commute to Midgar. She looked down at the ground and noticed there were no footprints. Feeling a little less uneasy, Tifa tapped Ferrah's sides again and her feathered companion began to slowly trot through the cave. Tifa readied her hands to cast any magic in case there were guards or anyone else in the cave. The underground pathway was very well hidden, but she had to be ready for anything just to be on the safe side.

Ten minutes felt like hours as Tifa finally made it through the cave. She whistled softly and Ferrah stopped moving. She climbed off and reached into her bag for some treats that she packed. She gave Ferrah a few and smiled at her white chocobo.

"Be a good girl and wait for me here."

The chocobo cooed and laid on the ground while enjoying the rest of her snack. Tifa gave Ferrah another smile before placing the bag on Ferrah's back. She didn't need any extra weight on her. She walked over to the stone wall at the end of the cave. Her almond eyes lit up as she saw the wooden hatch above her when she looked up. She swiftly climbed the rocks and carefully opened the wooden hatch, hoping to not alarm anyone. Dust got into her eyes as she pulled herself up and into the room. She swiped away the dust in as she placed the rug back over the hatch.

She stopped moving and took in the fact that she was back at home. Midgar...it has been five years since she's been home. Nothing has changed at all, at least in the storage closet. There were various vases, silverware, curtains, and other furniture thrown about in the room with a nice layer of dust covering it. No one hardly ever came in the storage closet but the servants to dump something neither the king or queen wanted or didn't need anymore. Tifa frantically looked around for something to cover herself with. Her clothing had Edge's crest all over it, and she wasn't too sure if people would respond to her positively if they saw her. She wanted to get in and get out with little to no hassle. Her eyes found a black curtain. It wasn't fancy but it would get the job done.

Knocking away the dust, Tifa threw the curtain over her body like it was a cape as she went to the door and cautiously opened it. To her surprise there was no one in the corridor. She thanked Gaia and slowly made her way through the castle. It may have been five years since she's been there, but the design haven't changed. As she walked down another corridor, she saw people slowly gathering in the center of the courtyard. Tifa's stomach dropped. He's planning on a public execution?! She felt her heart beat faster and her knees felt like they were beginning to give out on her. No wonder it's so quiet in the castle. She took a harder look and noticed that her mother or father wasn't on the wooden center stage.

Time was running out and she knew she probably wouldn't have enough time to speak to both of her parents. Sighing heavily, she quickly began running towards the dungeon area. To say that she was surprised when there were no guards near the dungeon was an understatement. Usually the dungeon was heavily guarded with at least one guard per room. She peeked around the stone corridor before walking down, checking each room carefully then proceeding to the next when she didn't find who she wanted. She stopped in her tracks when she could've sworn she heard light sobs. Holding her breath, she scrunched her face a little as she focused on listening for sounds. Her head snapped in the direction where she definitely heard the sobs.

Her breathing quickened as it echoed. She slowly walked to the door and looked inside to get a glimpse of the sobbing person. She snatched the door open when she saw her mother covered in blood and completely naked.

"Mother!" Tears quickly escaped Tifa's eyes as she ran and knelled next to her mother.

Alice looked up, her face red from all the crying she had done, and her eyes widened. "Tifa?" She choked out.

"Mother...what did Father do to you?" Tifa tugged the chains that bounded her mother but of course, it was to no avail.

"He's beheading me for finally standing up to him." Alice spat as she adjusted her body.

Tifa took off the curtain and wrapped it around her mother. "What do you mean?"

"It's been five years." Alice smiled at her daughter. Tifa was a mere child the last time she saw her. Now she was 15. Tifa still had some growing up to do but her daughter was shaping up to be a fine woman. "How did you get here?"

"It's not important."

"Does Prince Vincent know about your whereabouts?"

"Yes."

Alice stared back at her daughter in confusion. Alice didn't understand why Vincent would allow Tifa to leave the castle and come see her. Tifa sensed her mother's uneasiness.

"Why are you concerned about it, Mother?"

"Does he treat you right?" Alice asked.

Now it was Tifa's turn to be confused. This was not the reunion she'd expected with her mother. She haven't seen her mother in five years. Why isn't she trying to helplessly break free from her chains and hug her daughter?

"We had a small disagreement before I came here. Things have been difficult between us and his father. His father...is a sex-crazed maniac."

"Did King Grimoire-"

Tifa quickly shook her head. "No and neither have Vincent. Vincent really does his best when it comes to keeping Grimoire away from me."

Alice smiled as a tear of joy fell from her right eye. "I'm so happy to hear that. I can die having that knowledge."

The ambiguity Tifa was receiving from her mother was driving her crazy. "Mother, aren't you happy to see me? I mean, I haven't seen you in five years and all I get from you is...this?!"

Tifa flailed her arms around completely dissatisfied with how things are playing out. Alice sighed as she shook away the black curtain, exposing her naked body.

"Tifa, look at me."

"I am looking at you, Mother."

"No, I mean really look at me. From head to toe." Tifa obliged reluctantly. Cuts and bruises were all over Alice's legs and arms. There was a fresh laceration on her chest and her nipples were red and raw. Some of the gashes on her feet and back began to ooze pus and blood. The sight made Tifa sick. "I chose this path to keep you safe. I made a deal with the devil to keep you from harm."

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Tifa's voice was beginning to crack.

Fresh tears dripped onto Alice's hands. "You must leave at once! I don't want your last memory of me to be me getting my head cut off!"

"Mother, I-"

"I said leave at once!" Alice shoved Tifa away from her.

Tifa was astonished by her mother's behavior. Alice wept as she hung her head in shame. Alice didn't want this life for Tifa. Tifa was expecting a glorious reunion but she knew that wasn't going to happen. The young woman got up and slowly backed away from her mother. Tifa swallowed away a lump and swiped away her tears before responding.

"If you won't give me any answers, then maybe I can talk to Father."

Not waiting for an answer, Tifa quickly left the room, feeling empty and broken. Alice's scream echoed through the area. She begged to Gaia that Edward wasn't in his chambers by the time Tifa got there.

"Gaia no! Vincent, please take good care of her!"

There were several gasps as Tifa ran through the castle. She heard the whispers behind her as she ran up a flight of stairs in a blur. She no longer cared about people noticing she was in Midgar. As she approached her father's chambers, she noticed two guards outside the doorway.

"Ma'am you can't-" The guard cut his sentence short when Tifa stood in front of him. "Princess Tifa? What….what are you doing in Midgar?"

"Is King Edward in there?"

"Yes, my Lady." The other guard spoke up.

"Step aside gentlemen." Tifa demanded.

The guards looked at each, back Tifa, and then did what they were told. Tifa burst through the doors and saw her father sipping wine from the balcony. Her tears of pain turned into tears of rage. How could her father casually sip wine as if he's not about to publicly behead her mother naked in front of the entire nation of Midgar?

"Father, how could you?!"

Edward stopped sipping his wine and turned at the brunette who stood in his chambers unannounced. It took him a moment to realize that it was Tifa. He smirked as he sat the glass down and walked into the bedroom area. Five years have passed and Edward still looked the same. His dirty blond hair were in small spikes and his goatee was slightly darker than his hair. His green eyes shined brightly as he looked at his daughter and she flinched. The way he looked at her is the same way Grimoire looks at her from time to time.

"It's been five years, dear daughter." Edward couldn't help but to say his sentence in a sing-song way.

"Cut the shit, Father." Tifa spat. "Why are you beheading Mother?"

"Filthy mouth. Is that anyway to talk to your father, whom is also a king?" Edward questioned, his smirk never leaving his face.

"Answer the question!"

Edward laughed. "You come into my chambers unannounced and bark demands at me? What nerve you have you little bitch."

His words stung Tifa but she wasn't backing down. "Father, please answer the question."

Edward played with his goatee for a moment before responding. "She stabbed me in the chest in front of our guest from Nibelheim. Well, that's a lie. I honestly needed a good reason to behead her and when she attacked me that night, that was all the ammo I needed to kill her and find a new queen."

Tifa's eyes widened. "All my life you were so kind to me and Mother. What happened to you?"

"Different faces for different places." Edward shrugged his shoulders. "I played the loving father and king role oh so well."

"The entire time...it was a lie?" Her voice was beginning to shake, and her father's soft, maniacal laugh didn't help ease her.

"Of course. I never cared about Alice. I only cared about the throne. Alice, she's much like you. So headstrong about things. Always standing up for what she believed in. That's why that whore is in the dungeon now, awaiting trial."

"Whore?" Tifa felt the dryness in her throat and lips. It was like she was being hit by a herd of chocobos with each statement her father made.

Edward was now genuinely surprised. "Oh she didn't tell you when the two of you were having your little reunion in the dungeon?" When Edward saw the shocked look on Tifa's face, he laughed. "Oh dear Tifa. I knew about your little secret passageway and I knew you were going to come here to have one last heart felt conversation with dear Alice. I told most of the guards to go to the courtyard to give you some sort of false security that you were safe."

Tifa began to shake. Her entire life was a lie. The now dirty blond-haired man wasn't the father she have grown to love in her early life. Edward began to laugh again as he pushed his orange cape to the side and adjusted his crown; a crown he wasn't worthy of wearing, in Tifa eyes.

"You're so strong but that strength makes you so predictable. Your little whore of a mother fucked Grimoire to save you."

Tifa couldn't believe what she was hearing. "She slept with Grimoire?"

Edward snorted and pointed to the balcony. "Right over there during a welcoming party. I caught them in the act as she begged Grimoire to take you to Edge while he was fucking her from behind. It was such a beautiful sight to see. I didn't even stop them. I just left the room and pretended nothing happened so I wasn't surprised when Grimoire drafted up a peace treaty with Midgar."

"And you agreed to it?" Tifa choked.

"Not at first, but the power of pussy can really make a man think twice. Don't get me wrong, having an alliance with Edge have it's perks. Should we ever need help with a fight, they will assist us. Also they have rare goods that we like, and we have rare goods that they like. The selling point was when Alice offered Yuffie as my concubine after Yuffie had that accident."

Tifa gasped and slightly frowned at her father. "Yuffie had that chocobo accident shortly after I left Midgar. And….you're saying that….Mother offered Yuffie?"

"Is that what Yuffie told you? I'm also assuming Alice didn't tell you about her offering Yuffie to me." Edward smiled wickedly. "Alice served Yuffie on a silver platter. Yuffie more than likely didn't want you to know that she was being groomed to fulfill my every need as soon as you kicked and cried your way out of the castle. Yuffie was so innocent and so tight. She was my favorite. It's a shame she ran away."

Tifa couldn't stop the sobs and tears from escaping her.

"You seemed so shocked by all this information." Edward's eyes traced Tifa's legs as they slowly trailed up to her eyes again. "You seem so tense. Is your future king not fucking you properly?"

Edward began to slowly walk towards Tifa. Tifa was frozen. "I….I….I…."

"My dear daughter is still a virgin?" Edward was in front of Tifa and he cupped her face with his huge hand. He wiped away the tears from her eyes with his massive thumb. "You still have a tight pussy? I'm so surprised that Vincent haven't done anything to you or at the very least, Grimoire."

"Father….what are you doing?" Tifa managed to breath out.

"They will eventually. Maybe they will do it at the same time. Who knows."

Tifa broke away from Edward's touch and backed away from him until she collided with the double doors. Edward smirked and prevented Tifa from opening the door. He pressed his body against hers and she resisted the urge to throw up. She felt her own father's erection on her leg.

"I guess Alice neglected to tell you this as well." He leaned into her ear. Tifa hitched her breath. "You're so much like your mother. I was hooked on you since you learned how to walk. Your mother noticed my interest and never left me alone with you. She sent you to Edge so when I had the chance to kill her, you would be my queen."

Tifa sobbed silently as Edward continued his confession. The man that's responsible for her existence is also the monster that wanted her in ways that a father should never want from his daughter. Tifa was on the verge of breaking down right there.

"Giving you up was part of the agreement. I was so pissed but then I had Yuffie. She was so obedient and really got nasty when other women were involved. You may not be my queen, but how about I give you a welcome home present."

Tifa quickly kneed Edward in the groin when he groped her breasts. When he violently fell down, she spat on him and ran out the doors, nearly colliding with the guards. Edward was in pain but that didn't stop him from cackling. He waved for the guards to stand down as he got up from the floor still holding his cock that was now slightly erected.

Tifa was confused, flabbergasted, angry, and tired. She finally made it back to Edge, her heart still aching from the news she had received. When she ran from Midgar, she didn't look back. Not even when the entire town was cheering; nor when she heard the blade cut into her mother's neck and everyone roared in triumph along with her father, King Edward. King Edward…. Not suited for a king or a father. He doesn't deserve to exist. Tifa's heart ached so much that she didn't pat Ferrah goodnight. The poor chocobo cooed sadly as she watched Tifa walk away sorrowfully. The chocobo tamer was about to greet Tifa, but decided against it when he noticed the princess's state. He looked at her in worry as he made his way to Ferrah to make sure she was okay, taking note that Tifa didn't even bother to secure Ferrah in the stable.

Several guards and merchants stopped conversing with one another as Tifa walked by. Her presence and mood set a different tone in the castle. She heard soft, gasps as she walked by audibly sobbing and not caring who had saw her. Katherine noticed the princess and concealed her smirk. She knew Tifa had left the castle to see her parents. The anguish inside Tifa's heart pleased Katherine. There was no point in taking shots at Tifa tonight; the young princess was already broken enough. Katherine simply shot another smug look before continuing her way through the corridor.

Tifa finally arrived in her chambers where Sephiroth and Vincent sat at the mahogany desk discussing business with one another. They both stopped talking when Tifa entered the room and closed the door. She slowly looked up at the pair, her eyes were blood-shot red from all the crying she had done. Her hair was disheveled and she reeked of sweat, embarrassment, and Ferrah's feathers. No one said anything to one another. Vincent closed his notes while Sephiroth placed the quill on the table.

"Sephiroth, please excuse the prince and I." Tifa croaked.

For a moment, Sephiroth was perplexed and sat still briefly. He slowly got up from his chair when he noticed that the two needed to seriously talk and he wanted no parts in the conversation. Whatever the issue was, he was confident that Vincent would be able to take care of it. He bowed to both Vincent and Tifa and took his leave, closing the door behind him. Vincent stood up and came from behind the table. He never took his eyes away from Tifa and she never took her eyes away from him.

Tifa sniffed away a stream of snot from her nose and walked in front of Vincent and slapped him in the face when he was in arms length. He kept his head snapped in the direction she slapped him in before slowly turning his head to face her. His expression was emotionless. He didn't even flinch when she slapped him.

"How long have you known?" Fresh tears fell from Tifa's almond orbs.

"A year before my parents got you. Queen Alice personally wrote me and explained the situation."

She slapped him again. "She wanted to get you away from your father." Vincent continued. He licked his bottom lip to soften Tifa's blow. He felt it swell a little. "She knew your father was going to get to you so she made a deal with my father."

"She spread her legs open to your father to get that deal!"

Vincent paused for a moment. "I wasn't aware of that."

"Oh really?" She shoved him back onto the table. "What else are you 'unaware' of, huh?"

Vincent sighed. Tifa was hurting so bad that she was completely blind to the bigger picture. There was no point in explaining every detail to her to now. "Tifa, I'm sorry you found out the way you did. Your mother asked me to look after you. When you came into the castle five years ago, I was expecting you to be my age, not a child."

Tifa snorted. "And that's supposed to make me feel better?!"

"….Despite what I've been through, I still kept my word to not only you, but your mother as well."

Tifa frowned. The nerve of this man to speak about his so called struggle. She slapped him in the face again and then shoved him back onto the table. Vincent, never losing his cool, calmly adjusted his body on the table.

"What you've been through?!" She slapped his face again. His face was now a slight hue of red and his bottom lip was starting to noticeably swell. "What the hell have you been enduring, huh?! Not a damn thing!"

She shoved his chest one last time and collapsed onto the floor. Vincent looked at her go into a fetal position. His heart began to ache as he saw his wife be reduced to nothing. Last week they were on the same page and now they are on different chapters. The prince expected her to be upset with him when she returned from Midgar. Sighing again, Vincent pushed his body from the table.

"You may not agree with every decision I've done, but I hope you will come to at least understand my position as to why I've made them."

Vincent knelled down and tenderly rubbed Tifa's shoulders. Tifa was so broken that she didn't even bother to move away from his touch. Vincent sighed heavily as he stood up straight and went to the balcony. The young prince needed to clear his head.