Expectations

[Lord of Boars 556]

Heinrich von Blowitz  & Alexander Pruvia-Albarosa on Mont Catherine, 1793.

 

 

EXPECTATIONS

 

Alexander sighed as he looked at the moon before him, his companion along his side. Heinrich had joined him out of worry, even though he wasn’t acquainted with the teenage Viscount that well. If a man asked for his companionship with that expression, and that late, it would be inhuman for him to reject a fellow man. 

 

Standing at the edge of Mont Catherine together, Heinrich patiently waited for Alexander to start talking. “This is where papa was buried.” he suddenly began, pointing at the carving of ‘F.L.’, referencing Frederick Leopold. “I..” he lowered his head “I haven’t visited him here since the burial”. 

 

Heinrich nodded quietly, clasping his hands behind his back. “Why is that, Alex?” he then inquired, turning to the Viscount. “I promised him that I’ll walk in his footsteps on his deathbed: that I’ll make him proud. It just took so long to fulfill that promise..” Heinrich chuckled “And now you fulfilled that promise?”, to which Alexander nodded. 

 

“I became a prosecutor today, in Helena.” he would crouch, placing his hand on the tree “He wanted to be that, but he got whisked into a Ministry job in Kaedrin. I hope he didn’t regret that.”  Heinrich shrugged “He was never a hostage: if he wanted to pursue his legal career, he always could’ve. But it’s wholesome that you are walking the path he couldn’t, to say the least.”

 

Alexander nodded as he looked down on Victoria, Juliana & Charlotte: the women unwilling to climb the mountain in their pompous dresses. “We share a fate, Blowitz.” Alexander would stand up, his gaze locked onto the women below “Both our houses have been struck by so much tragedy: so much sorrow.” Heinrich nodded carefully, noticing he dealt with his house history much differently “I suppose so. It is us that need to secure its future, however. I don’t see the productivity in wallowing about has-beens and happenings.”

 

The young Viscount would chuckle, perking a brow as he now finally faced Heinrich “My father was psychologically murdered, Blowitz. So many people demanded so much: it breaks my heart remembering his empty face, his deep sighs.. His child, my brother, died shortly after. If I fall and break my neck right here, his line ends. His whole reason to exist, his entire fight, reduced to nothing.” Heinrich took a step back, hoping it wouldn’t get too heated. Alexander crossed his arms as he pouted “While my uncle plays Cardinal god knows where, and my sister prefers to be Lady Helvets above anything else. A shame really.”

 

He beckons Heinrich to follow as he walks away from Frederick Leopold’s grave “It is time to end this era of tragedy for us. I will have a good talk with my sister.” Heinrich nodded, looking at the grave, and then to Alexander, as he started to follow suit. He still didn’t understand why he had to come along: but it was obvious that the Viscount needed a figure to rant at.