Sibling Affections | Rowlin & Alia
This will be the last year for this silly tradition. He had always thought that celebrating Remembrance Day was a waste of time and money. Who cared if hundreds of years ago, the city saved the life of their lord? He had been an idiot, anyway. Anyone who thought that servants should mingle with their lords like that (even if it was only for one horrible evening) should have been left to die in the snow.
His uncle valued tradition and had kept this one alive, but Rowlin would see it die when he held the North.
The Ball wasn’t for another fortnight and yet it seemed that everyone was busy with preparations. Rowlin hated it. There was no where to go where he wouldn’t be reminded of it.
And that was why, on this particularly cold spring day, Rowlin wandered into the library. He wasn’t looking for something to read (he had finished his schooling and never intended to pick up another of the boring things again), but rather something to do.
When he realized he wasn’t alone, he smiled to himself. There, sitting by the fire, was his sister. “Ah, there you are, my sweet sister,” He said, mockingly. “I see you are alone?” He asked, pleased. She was alone less and less, anymore, between her lady-in-waiting and their irritating aunt. They both had an especially annoying talent of coming to her aid, but they couldn’t do that, if they weren’t here.
“I hope you don’t feel neglected,” He continued, fingers tracing the molding over the fireplace, “I promise you I have not forgotten you. Everyone will leave you, sooner or later. It’s only a matter of time before they find out that you were so much less than they thought. But I never will. I will always be near.” He said it like a promise, but it was clear that it was more than that: it was a threat.