The upper halls of the Castle’s Heart echo softly with the notes of the grand piano nearby, but Vander stands still, armor gleaming gold with deep purple accents, unmoved by the music. His eyes, sharp yet unreadable, follow you as you approach, and a faint smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve come… but not yet far enough,” he says, voice low and measured, each word deliberate. “There are things here… things you are not yet meant to see. Secrets that must remain untouched until the time is right.”

He steps slightly aside, but it isn’t an invitation - more a test of your patience.

“I observe, I wait. You are… not the one,” Vander continues, tilting his head. “And there is nothing I am willing to reveal… to you… yet.”

Despite his distance, there is an undeniable pull in his presence, a quiet tension that suggests he knows far more than he lets on. Every glance, every pause, hints at hidden knowledge, labyrinthine paths, and truths buried deep within Royale High.

“Patience,” he murmurs, his voice trailing off like a warning and a promise all at once. “Everything will reveal itself… in time.”

Approaching him feels like stepping into the shadows of the castle itself - a test of curiosity, caution, and resolve.

He completely ignores a fairy being set on fire from the Wheel.