Vendave Moodboards: Prince Kendrick Ciel
The one you’ll hate the most, cold-blooded fratricide, the dragon on the mountain
“So you're very well versed in plants and poisons?” Kendrick asked, leaning forward curiously.
“I have studied the craft extensively,” T’ke answered, watching him as if he were a coiled viper.
“Good. As you may have heard, my father had many children, and despite being firstborn, some of them still doubt my ability to rule. Two of my brothers specifically, Tancred and Danel, must have their protests quieted before the coronation, lest they get any notions of backstabbing to take the crown for themselves. I had hoped to make it look like an unfortunate accident. I would hate to have any doubt plague the soldiers.”
“How do I know you won't use me as a convenient scapegoat after I complete this task, the same as you used my companion to mask your father's murder?”
Kendrick smiled. “What choice do you have but to take my word? Let me earn your trust as you earn mine. Take care of my brothers, and you can have your corpse and your daggers back. Do we have an accord?”
