When I can drown in blood, I can lay on the ground !

Sibling fight

The castle was quiet and cold. The feeling of home was gone. All I felt was disgrace.
I held onto my knife tightly. Walking around in the dark halls.
I stopped abruptly when I stud in front of the big wooden doors, to the room where everything exits. Where I use to eat, have meeting and parties.
"Hello sister." I flinched, taking my knife and turned around quickly. My knife was on the throat of my brother and a grin formed on his lips.
"You missed me." He laughed.
He had this look in his eyes, that made you wonder how many people he had killed. And this... grin, that made you realize, he's probably lost count. Who is the man in front of me? He looked like my father?
"Let us talk. I want to know why you are here."
I slowly took my knife down but didn't let go.
We went to the big table in the middle of the room. We sat down and a servant came with wine. I didn't care to drink. I looked at him while he drank. His blond hair was getting darker and his eyes were more black than the last time. It has been years.
He looked at me and smiled. "What do you want? Have you come to apologize?" He asked me. "No, never. I came to ask what you have done with this kingdom and I have come to take you down." I admitted, knowing he would take it as a joke.
"I have done everything right after you ruined everything." He yelled, his voice deep. "You killed innocent people and hanged their heads at the gate, the people are scared to walk out their houses." I yelled back at him. He started laughing, which gave me chills down my spine.
"They were not innocent, they tried to kill me and some stole cows." The last part I said calm and more like a joke.
"Why do you think they tried to kill you, BROTHER!?!" I stud up, the same did he.
I stepped closer to him. He was much taller than me and I knew I could beat him.
"What will you do? Kill me? You own brother? You left, okay. You left!" He spit down to me.
"I was pregnant. You are an uncle. But you kicked me out. Like I was nothing, so, don't make me feel bad. You should be the one feeling bad and anyway, it was 3 years ago."
I saw something in his eyes. Some kind of sadness but it faded too fast.
"You are my brother. But what you have done..." I stopped, looking around. I didn't know how to put in words on what he did.
"... would be a disappointment to mother." I said, knowing when I would mention our mother it would somehow reach him.
"That's enough!" He yelled, pushing me back and pulling out his sword. "Don't you dare, sister! Don't you dare..." he stepped closer with the sword pointing at me. "you left. But it was the best thing you could have done. I have always been in your shadow. You! You're the ruthless. The queen everyone admired and men wanted to fight with AND NOBODY REALIZED I WAS RULING WITH YOU. Oh, mother would be soooooo proud."
It broke my heart. Knowing he was jealous. He wanted to make our parents proud but he took care of me, all the time, leaving no time for him to prove anything. But he was going too far.
"Brother. I wouldn't..." he cut me off.
"I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER!" He ran towards me. I pulled out my knifes and stopped his sword from reaching me. "You are going crazy."
But he didn't listen, he just laughed.
We fought. I didn't want to. But he was trying to kill me. My own brother. It reminded me of Ivars family. Broken. We are all broken.
"Aahhhhhr." He screams. I pulled my knife out from his chest. Blood dripping down to the floor. He lost grip of his sword, letting it fall to the ground. I catch his body before it could fall to the floor, holding his head. He was dying. I had stabbed his gold, cold heart.
"You did it again..." he whispered, in pain.
"... you made me disappear again." A little smile formed on his lips. A tear went down both our checks. "I will miss who you were," I kissed his forehead.
"Magnus."
"Lilith."