Vincent narrows his violet eyes at the sword he is being handed. It is not just any sword, though. It's Dawn. His House's ancestral sword. The one he has admired all his life. He is completely in awe and taken by the almost ethereal glow that the blade emits before he gasps suddenly. No. This blade does not belong to him. It is his brother’s. Arthur .. who had been slain in battle. Such thoughts are are difficult for him to stomach and he only begins to feel more sick. Arthur was worthy of the sword and Vincent was barely half the warrior that his older brother was. And yet, his brother’s sword was being offered to him.
These outsiders would never know what it took to be able to wield this legendary sword but he did not blame them. The lengths his brother took in order to take ownership of it? Only the members of House Dayne would know-- which is why Vincent would hesitate before accepting the blade.
Forgive me, Vincent pleads silently to his brother before finally taking the blade from Eddard Stark. “Thank you, Lord Stark,” Vincent mutters quietly, for returning the sword. it is the very least you can do after murdering my brother. Holding the sword felt like a dream but still, Vincent trudged forward. He ignored the man who stayed silent at his side. He hoped that a man with an honorable reputation such as Eddard Stark would feel guilty for the deeds he had done.
He would return the sword back to Starfall once the battles ended. At the very least he knew that his sister, Ashara, was still safe there. But first, he needed to return to Kings Landing where his lady was awaiting him. Westeros was no longer safe for a Targaryen or their supporters, Vincent understood that at least. The thought of his princess in trouble only forced him to speed up his pace as he prayed to the gods that they would watch over those that he loved better than they had protected his brother.