𝒱𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℒ𝑜𝓋𝑒. -ℳ𝒱𝓍𝒞ℒ

~𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓂𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓂~

~ᚡᛁᚴᛁᛜ ᛚᚮᚡᛂ~

Dark clouds and storms lay on the horizon like thick blankets of cold air and lightning strikes. The sun could try its very best, but the clouds wouldn't budge for anything but their destructive manner, their unforgiving cold and harsh winds. Nothing but hailing rain would be all you could feel on your limbs while it leaves nothing in its awake untouched by its unforgiving nature.

The harsh cold winds, blow passed the flag on the mast, tearing away at the threads. Whipping around in a stiff with salt twists with threads flying around. The motion of the flag, rigid and twisting in quick blows. Blowing away anything that it could touch, moving even the heaviest of cargo along the deck as the boat sways from side to side.

The smell of salt water invades his nose, in some way it reminds him of his home. Which he could no longer call it that, it would never again be his home. In some way the deep green colour of the ocean makes it hard for him to see the depths, although it gives him the comfort of what his home had once been, now he couldn't even think of that without feeling the sting of pain and the fear of uncertainty.

He and his younger brother had spent the last of their money on a boat ride to the most barbaric country in all of Europe. Even though these people were feared throughout the world, they seemed to be very open within their country. There were stories of people being allowed to love the same gender or any type of love that men knows.

While he leans on the railing of the boat, watching as the waves clash against the side. A single fish jumping along the boat. He couldn't stop thinking that this might be the end of the line for them. If they couldn't find settlement or a paying job, they would have absolutely nothing to live on. All they have are the clothes on their backs and their wits.

All that he knows about the barbaric country of Holland is that the capital is Amsterdam. Which is where the boat is taking them, they have neither a clue as to what to expect or speak the language. Not a single word do they know about this place, meaning that they have no form of communication with the people there when they arrive.

     His younger brother follows his example and leans on the railing of the boat too. The sails catching the wind as they move along with it. "I still think this to be a bad idea." His younger brother tells him, looking with an uneasy look on his face at him. His hair blowing in the wind wildly, getting tanglier with the second.

     He holds up his shoulders, shrugging with what being said to him. "We have no choice, Arthur." He tells his younger brother, Arthur, of this. He had known from the moment his secondary gender had come to the light that he was a goner, and so he had kept it a secret for three years. His older brother gad helped him in keeping it a secret for so long.

     If things had been differently, they would have still been happy and from a very noble family. But it didn't and their mother had personally seen to Arthur's appointment with the physician a couple of weeks ago at his fifteenth birthday, which his secondary gender had come to the truth. Which forced him to do the same, he couldn't let his younger brother be kicked out for something he didn't choose.