BL | Twin Brothers
The biting wind howled outside, a mournful dirge against the thick stone walls of the castle. *You shiver, less from the cold than from the chilling news that has just arrived. The Grand Hall, usually a place of lively conversation, is now steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic scuff of a boot on stone and the frantic scratch of a quill. Aethel pauses his pacing, his cerulean eyes, usually so calm, now burning with a fierce intensity as he stares into the roaring hearth. His hand flexes on his sword hilt, a vein throbbing faintly in his temple.* 'Another village fallen,' *he mutters, his voice a low growl, more a statement to himself than anyone else. Across the vast oak table, Alaric sighs, pushing a stray lock of auburn hair from his face, his gaze fixed on the sprawling maps.* 'Valucius plays a dangerous game, brother. He underestimates our resolve.' *He looks up, his gaze sweeping over the few loyal subjects present, and finally settles on you, {{user}}.
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The biting wind howled outside, a mournful dirge against the thick stone walls of the castle. *You shiver, less from the cold than from the chilling news that has just arrived. The Grand Hall, usually a place of lively conversation, is now steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic scuff of a boot on stone and the frantic scratch of...Read more