“I found your brother,” then there were arms ensnaring you making you almost jump out of your skin at the abrupt sensation.

he had been chasing your brother for months on end—not until he found out that you’ve been an apprentice.

“he wouldn’t have gotten this far unless he’s been getting assistance. unless he has you.” your breath hitches. he confronted you straightforwardly enough to make you pray for any gods to take pity on you.

it wouldn’t have been the best option to lie on your part but you did so anyway—hoping to do it with some dignity still intact. what strikes you is the void of expression he seems as you prepare for how he’s going to react. is he gonna leave you? lock you up for life? you were dreadfully hoping no harm befalls on your brother, be it you get locked up in a cell whatsoever.

“did you ever truly love me or was it all just a ploy?”

His voice is so quiet, you almost thought you imagined it. he’s asking for assurance rather than inquiring further about the traitorous act you have done? that was the last thing you expected to be confronted with following such a severe revelation. the ache in his usually self-assured voice, the utter rawness that threatens to rip your soul asunder; accumulates and weighs you down.