A Brother No More

[Redbaron™ 690]

Lancel sits in the imperial chambers with Aeda, listening to her go off about hpw she could defeat the rebellion herself. Confusion washes over him like a rising tide, he looks between his armor and the big oaken doors that lead into the Abresi streets. He remembered what Garth had told him a few days before these events.

"I ask you not to panic when you hear about Salvus."

The confusion soon replaced itself with anger and distgust. Aeda continued to ramble in the background. Lancel lifted his hand and slams it on the table, silencing the room as his shocked sister looks up at him in fear. The room silent except for Lancel's heavy breathing.

Lancel grabs his bejeweled longsword given to him by Godfrey when he gained his knighthood. He sheaths in fluidly after a few testing wrist spins with it. He goes to the Lord Justicar's desk and pulls out ink and parchment paper. Writing down what could be his final words to the one he once called a brother, a loved one, a friend.

"To Garth Hightower

Your ambition for the crown has drove this family in spirals since the day you were born. The brother i once new died with the coming of Kyral. Died when he joined the White Rose instead of the Lion. I have always supported your cause even when you were chosen for king, but no longer.

You shame our family this day, your craven actions have doomed the reuptation our ancestors built for us. You are not much younger than I but it seems you have not yet reached the age to do the honorable thing, and not betray for power.

When we meet on the battle field I promise you I will kill you. I will wipe your name from the family records like when I destroyed Kyral's. I promise to the creator you will suffer for your actions against the ones you once called friends. This I promise or creator help me I will die trying. When we meet on thr battle field, we will decide who is the greater brother. But on that day you are not my Brother. "

Lancel leaves the letter unsigned. His hand trembling too hard to write any longer. He takes a eine gpblet and fills it to full and it spills over his clothing but he downs whats in the goblet quickly to steady himself. He walks to his set of armor and looks over it's battle scars. Preparing to add more.

[Redbaron™ 690]

(( Posted on phone, sorry for any spelling errors or strange words.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.