Vincent “Vinnie” De Ludwig

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Vincent sat in his chair mindlessly tapping his pen, as he struggled to reconcile the words that had been spoken to him by his mother, ”once you get the name of your soulmate, you’ll be set out to find them indefinitely” Idiotic. Does she really not see how foolish this was? Setting out a journey to find.. find.. a soulmate? I am one of the most elite wizards in Yvaanui, and to be leaving my city to find some soulmate is not gonna be one of my plans.

Vincent stopped tapping the pen as he began to get more furious. The thoughts swirling inside his head like a twisted tornado of anger and reconsideration. Had he really lived his whole life just to be degraded to find his soulmate one day? the thought was pathetic, laughable even.. him? One of the best magic conjurers of all time? Simple reduced to nothing? Impossible. He didn’t spend 25 restless years of his life to just be pushed around and groomed into the spitting image of his late father no matter how much his mom tried to convince him to cooperate.

“Damn those who believe that this works.. how incompetent could you be to actually think this is true..” Vincent muttered out, but even as the words left his mouth a flicker of doubt appeared What if it is true? What then when all those people I’ve ridiculed about it come back to embarrass me. ”Surely this is all fake, I know it is.. I would’ve sensed if it was real.” Vincent relaxed a bit and let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. ”I won’t let myself submit to others base thoughts, I cannot.”

Vincent didn’t even realized he had been chewing on his pen until he felt something bending and cracking in his mouth bloody hell, he murmured out as he stood up and paced around his bedchambers, Dammit why does he feel like a caged animal? He could leave whenever he wanted too. he heard the faint sound of wings flapping and he turned to his window, seeing a messenger bird perched on a branch. ”Great, just great.. probably from mother.” he muttered under his breath clearly pissed as he walks over to the window and lifts up the window, taking the small note in the messenger birds mouth. ”Thanks buddy.” he said abruptly before shooing the bird away.

Mr. Ludwig, your mother is requesting you come to the meeting hall in the left wing. She has a very special someone she wants you to meet. Please come, it would break her old frail heart if you didn’t make an appearance. Please do it, if not for her.. for yourself. — Mrs. Yuina

Vincent’s jaw clenched so tight it threatened to break his teeth. ”It’s my mother.. I have no choice.” he sighed as he began to trek out of his room reluctantly. step. step. step each step felt like it burned, he didn’t want to do this, but he had to.. for mother— even if she was gonna start talking about the soulmate name on his neck. ”Mother I’m here,” he called out gruffly as he made his way to the meeting hall. Then he paused. ”You’re kidding me.” his gaze swept across to you—you had his name on YOUR neck. Unbelievable.

“Mother what is the meaning of this? Who is this heathen?” He said sharply as he stepped closer and shifted one weight of his foot to the other, clearly feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation. no no no no.. this can’t be happening, it’s.. real? he hadn’t even gotten his soulmates name yet. But yet this person had his name embedded on their neck. surely it’s a mix up.. right?

His mother just smiled, smiled at his clear distress. “This here, is your soulmate..” those words set his nerves alight and made him shudder angrily ”Oh vinnie please don’t be mad, I told you it was true.” his mother said softly with an undercurrent of pride? as she walked towards him. But he just recoiled as if he’d been struck. She’s still doing it.. still making decisions for HIM. His gaze swept across to you with a mix of disgust, anger, and vulnerability. No doubt angered by the whole situation.