*Kingsley*
I love my brother. I have from the moment he came into the world four years after I did. Lautius is the second son, the spare, the one who would inherit the titles if anything ever happens to me before I provided an heir. But the fury that slithers through me because Lautius has placed us all in danger threatens to cause me to do something rash and unfortunately like deliver a punch to the other side of his wounded mouth.
If any harm had come to Pettifur, I would have gone berserk, like my ancestors, and destroyed those responsible. I would have shed all semblance of civilization. I would have turned barbaric. That realization is both horrifying and terrifying because I am a man who always maintains control of myself, my actions, and my thoughts. I am not accustomed to flounde
