Red
It was not Bel. This person that stood in front of him could be anyone but his brother. Bel was kind and honest, and compassionate, and hated power plays and mind control, yet this one here seemed to be made of them. Cath had realized it somewhere between the hints towards Red’s true identity, and the fact that it didn’t deny it.
“Why does he call you that, Red?” Cath heard himself asking, his head slightly pointed towards Red who stood still between him and the rock wall, his fists clenched and ready to inflict destruction with his dark powers. Not that Cath actually needed an answer. Highness. One of the Sefths. One who come to think about it, looked a lot like the proud princeling, whose face was carved on the walls of the Northern towers. Still, Cath wanted to hear it from him, b
