"...And what of father?" Corvin asked, turning his head towards Aquilla, making his way to the little living room of the cabin.
Aquilla watched his brother intently as the latter made himself comfortable on an armchair near the fireplace, his astute gaze focusing on Corvin's mannerisms and expressions. Corvin had lazily thrown his legs over one of the armrests, and he laid on his back, folding his arms, staring up at the wooden ceilings of the cabin with a bored expression.
Aquilla, despite his own inner tension, laid back in the other armchair, crossing his arms and placing one knee over the other. He spoke up, his eyes flicking towards to his lap. Ah, father...
"Father died nine years after you left." He explained. His words seemed to have piqued Corvin's interest, and he raised his head to look at him, a smile playing at his lips.
"Oh? That old gasbag died? Good." Corvin said with a breathy chuckle. Shock was evident on Aquila's face, his eyes widening at his words. He knew Corvin and father never had a good relationship... well, that was putting it simply. In reality, they hated each other. But he didn't think Corvin would be glad he died.
"Corvin, that's our father you're talking about." Aquilla scolded, his brow furrowed.
"No, no, he was not my father..." Corvin raised a hand, waving it side-to-side, he threw his legs back onto the floor so he could sit up straight. He lowered his head, a scoff escaping his lips. He raised his head again, a sneer almost finding a way to his face. His tone was cold as he resumed. "By blood, yes he was, but in any other regard, that man was nothing to me, and I was nothing to him."
He stood up, and made his way to Aquilla in a few short strides, leaning down to meet his brother's face. "I don't have to respect that fat, old, pompous fool simply because he is my father."
"..."
Aquilla looked away from Corvin, staring down at his lap. He was right; their father was nowhere near a good man, especially to Corvin. But, he was a human nonetheless, and his life should at least be respected. He looked back up, nodding slowly in contemplation.
"...I suppose you are right, Corvin. He was not a good father, much less a good king. Things have been much better since I inherited the throne. But, he was still a human. We should not take his death lightly." He reasoned. This caused Corvin to straighten his posture and throw his head back in a laugh.
"Hah..! Human my foot." He huffed and shook his head, turning away to go back to his seat.
"Corvin..." Aquilla sighed, eyeing his half-brother.
