Thread: ::Jealousy is Thicker than Blood::

Dammit... Why did he have to be so right about his brother. He wanted so desperately for everything just to go smoothly for once. But, like his life when anything depended on his brother it often ended as nothing more than a tradegy. He didn't bother to go check on his brother. Why bother? He would just whine about how wretched his life was and how everyone around him was out to get him. Instead Saintclair started after the girl. Rather quick on her feet she quickly disappeared out of his sight and down the grand staircase. Still he ran after, catching up to her only when silence erupted around them as she cried pitifully in her father's arms about the treatment his brat of a brother had shown to her. Saintclair...is it true? his father questioned him with an accusatory glare as if he was the one who'd hurt the poor girl's feelings. Yes, M'liege. turning to face Selena's father he took a knee as he lowered his gaze. Please don't take this to heart. We all knew what we weren't getting into the moment we decided Prince Erin was to wed her. Shamefully his father shook his head. It was true. He should have never hung the balance of peace between their countries upon the shoulders of his spoiled son. But, he would never admit that. I won't stand for this. Selena's father spoke as he stroked the crying girl's head tenderly. Before much else could be said Erin's royal guard came rushing in. He informed them that the young Prince was gone when he went to retrieve him as his King had requested. With his second born gone, peace went out the door with him. That was what the king thought before his gaze landed on his son whom remained on one knee. Stand my son. his father ordered. As my apology to you. My son Saintclair shall wed your Princess. her Father took only a moment to think about it before he looked down at his daughter declaring, Then it shall be. Saintclair humbly bowed. I will not dissapoint. was all he said. What else was there to say? No? No... Unlike his brother he would do anything within his power to make their kingdom a safe place. On that night, Saintclair and Selena had been bound to each other by marriage. Upon the agreement of both parties she was to return home until of age while Saintclair had been steadily bred for his asencion to the throne. Three years had come and gone and Saintclair found himself being dressed in extravagant garbs. Today was the day that his wife would return to him a woman. On that day he was to be crowned king with his wife at his side. His mind and body had been worked to death as he did his all to learn everything his brother Erin knew while maintaining his prowess on the battfield. A crown of solid gold had been placed upon his head and his father looked upon the 24 year old with great pride. Oh, how Saintclair dreamed of the day where his father would gleam with pride at his accomplishments.. To think it would take the fall of his father's respect for his brother for him to be more than just a warlord. Other than his father's admiration, he'd hoped the most that his wife would approve of him after three years. Saintclair wondered how she would look as walked down an aisle of servants and nobles all gathered to watch him ascend the throne. With his father by his side they walked with that heads held high. Down to the throne room where four large thrones sat overlooking a large balcony where the townsfolk cheered. Saintclair sat in the second largest throne chair and his father sat in the large middle one. The others were empty, there for Selena and Erin. Erin still hadn't come back though, so his chair would be removed in a little bit. She would be there soon and Saintclair was feeling anxious. He didn't know whether it was from the sheer anticipation of her arrival or the fact that he was finally getting what he deserved as the older brother.