His world seemed to shatter the moment he’d heard from his mother. He, a mere boy was to be married to his sister- his own blood. He knew he’d have to carry out his duties as husband, and it made him feel ill. What better was there for him to do than drink himself until he could not remember the news of his betrothal.

and so he sat, groaning drunkenly on the steps of driftmark. Yet he still remembered. All he could hear was the sea- and footsteps

“Brother?” he groaned weakly