What did I expect? Why did I even do that? She doesn’t trust me, it's obvious. She might even hate me for what was... Maybe I was hoping? Floran looked away from her hands and to the image of the person she once loved, maybe still loves. Kired finally returned... It’s not a good idea to see him. So she just watched behind a wall. Lord Loir approached him. She couldn't help but wish it was her that did. “Sire, I have news, bad news.” “What is it?” “The Queen ran away.” Wait, what? “The death of her father turned her against us, sire. I have heard that she is heading back home then to Regver to help our enemy. She’s a traitor, your grace.” “... I see. Thank you, Lord Loir. I’ll handle this as quickly as we can. Tell the news to others too, they need to know this.” “Will do, sire.”
Lord Loir lied to the King… Maybe my theory is right. “He's a sinful rat.” …Hah.... He’s sinful too, a murderer even. He did help after all… “Will God even forgive me?” He did one of the most sinful things; murder. Hopefully he can repent– no, I will; God presented it to me. The lie and its witness. Lady Floran paced around, looking out the window whispering, “This is bad... she has to find out... she must–” “I can help.” She jumped; her eyes wide as she looked at me. "Your excellency…"
Sire Sire Sire Sire Sire, bad news bad news bad news bad news bad news, another territory another territory another territory another territory another territory, lost lost lost lost lost. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. We’re losing,” 'And it’s all your fault.' “they're too strong.” 'Because of you.’ “I need a plan, we need a plan, quick!” Fillian tugged his hair. “I can’t defend every territory at once...” “Ahh! Those idiots can’t even defend one territory! They all fucking need me!” 'This is all because of you.' "..." 'Remember what you did, you caused all of this.' "It happened already, I moved on–" Fillian glared at the door. “Leave.” Lord Acrun revealed himself. “Sire, I know it’s none of my business but–” “You know absolutely nothing, leave!” “But–” “Leave!” “... *Sigh* Forgive me, your grace. But if you ever need me, I’m here. I'm still your friend.” *Shut!*
Wion, Easo, Mian, and parts of Carrigje has fallen to Korre. They’re losing… Looks like he made the wrong choice. He should’ve ran to Lovuer instead of– No, Odie is onto Regver not Lovuer… It doesn’t matter either way. He’s going to face him.
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Brothers II
Fantasy"I'm the prophecy... There is no brother, this is my story... only I."
