Jeremy Irons is King Augustus Kinderlund

Luton was the same dull, abandoned atmosphere from her childhood. Victoria walked up the stone path that lead towards the palace gates, that would lead her into her father's palace. He had built his palace from scratch after swearing he wouldn't live in the same home where his wife was murdered.

Victoria took a turned off of the path where the cement disappeared into the overgrown grass. The grass glided against the bottom of her dress as she walked farther through.

In the distance, was the small home where she had grown up, where her mother was murdered. The home was partially burned.

Victoria entered through the doorway, where the door was missing. As she walked inside, she was hit with a whiff of mildew and dry rotted wood, but somehow, she still could smell the faded scent of her once safe haven.

She walked through the destroyed home and took in everything with no thought of her emotions that began to fume. Her eyes were filled with tears, which began to blur her vision.

Victoria entered the kitchen and turned towards the door. She instantly recalled the one tragic night where she sat in that very corner where she stood, and watched her mother get murdered before her eyes.

Her hazel eyes scanned the floorboards, where dried blood was still visible, caked within the old, dusted floorboards.

She knelt down to the floor and clenched her jaw.

"Things would be incredibly different if you were here," she whispered. "There would be peace, father wouldn't be consumed by dark power. He would still be who he once was. He would love me."

Victoria stood upright when she heard footsteps across the creaking floorboards. The pix turned around and stared at the doorway.

The same man who had followed her onto the bridge in Posada. His lengthy black hair was soaked by the rain, hanging low in his face. His eyes stared into hers, and after a moment, she soon realized a thick gash on his jaw peeking out beneath his hair, and a bruise surrounding his eye.

"They were bound to find you sooner or later." His voice was quieter than when they had first met. It was on edge.

Victoria swallowed as she noticed the dagger tucked away in his belt.
"What did you do, Winfred?" She asked him just above a whisper.

The brunette spun in a circle as lightning flashed through the home. Her hair whipped past her as the wind began to pick up harshly.

"It was either your life, or my wife's." He said. "And I've already lost her once."

A pain shot through Victoria's knees as lightning struck her. The woman screamed as she fell to the floor, looking up at Winfred.

"I came here to kill him!" She screamed, gasping through her pants.

"He's too powerful for you to kill him." Winfred said as he began walking towards her. "I must do what I have to do to keep my wife safe."

Victoria shook her head as she tried to crawl forward. "Winfred— there's another way—"

"I don't want to kill you." Winfred said. "You don't deserve it, and it's out of my own selfishness, that I must—"

Victoria lifted her hand, shooting a jinx towards the soldier. The shimmering dust clouded his body and he stumbled backwards.

"I don't want to kill you, either." She said, staggering to her feet as her legs wobbled. "So I won't."

A rope bound around Winfred's body, embracing him until his arms were flat against his sides leaving him defenseless. Winfred fell forward, unable to move against the floor

"I don't blame you for this, Winfred." She said. "Because if someone threatened the love of my life, I wouldn't allow them to get hurt, either."

She knelt down and pressed her fingers to his temple.

"And I won't let you or her die." She promised.

Victoria hurried out of the home and ran down the hidden path until she reached the stone path. The brunette was soaked from head-to-toe by the time she reached the palace stairs.

The guards stepped aside to block her off, but Victoria lifted her hands and disarmed them before sending them flying backwards. She hurried up the stairs and pushed the doors open.

The palace was dark, the only light within in being the lightning that continuously flashed. When it lit the room dimly, she could see the shadow of the large staircase.

She closed her eyes and began trying to enter her father's mind. But without practice, there were several risks.

When she opened her eyes, she was standing inside of another dark room. She was standing inside of the lookout tower.

The silhouette of a man stood before the window with his back to Victoria. But she knew who he was, unfortunately enough.

"I've waited for this day, when you'd realize that you could never hide from me."

His deep voice sent chills down her spine. She stood still as her jaw clenched, and she watched as her father turned around slowly.

Lightning flashed through the tower, revealing his face to hers for a split second. He was staring directly at her.

"When I overheard that you were in Pasoda, all thanks to Winfred, what a lovely specimen. He actually believed I wouldn't find out."

"Leave Winfred and his wife out of this." She said. "I'm here to finish this. All of it."

Augustus chuckled. "Finish it? My preciously-idiotic daughter, have you come to accept your death?"

"Not mine." She said. "Yours."

A small ball of light appeared above Augustus's extended hand, and it traveled across the room, disappointing into the floorboards.

Victoria glanced down as a circle of fire engulfed the room, forcing her to step inside to keep herself from being burned. The woman looked up at her father, watching as he took a step forward.

"Foolish of you." He said. "Do you think you can kill me, Victoria?"

"I don't think." She said as she lifted her hand. "I know."

The shimmering glow left her hand, traveling to her father. The sorcerer stepped to the side and dodged the blow, his eyes meeting hers.

"You mutant child." He growled. "A creature whom the witcher should have killed for me."

Victoria froze, her hands falling to her sides. The mention of Geralt caused her heart to sink inside of her chest.

"Did you truly think he loved you, Victoria?" He asked her. "There is no love."
"What are you saying to me?" She asked, tears welling in her eyes as she trembled.

The sorcerer laughed. "Geralt of Rivia was paid to kill you."

The tears slipped from her eyes and she was unaware until her eyes began to sting. She stared down at the circle of fire around her and her father.

"But the witcher failed." He muttered. "And as much of a disappointment as it was, I'm glad to be here right now, holding you accountable."

"Accountable for what?" She asked him. "For being something that wasn't in my control?"

Her father lifted his hand as his eyes began to glow a red color.

"For being born."