Rise of Albion
THE STORM WILL COME
Storm's End
"I don't want to fight with you Astris!" Rylon exclaimed in frustration. "I didn't mean it as an insult and we both know that. Why are you treating me like I'm your enemy?"
"I'm not!" She protested, but then balked at her brother's ensuing stare. Her face fell and she looked out the window at the rushing waves far below, crashing against imposing rocks which had stood strong for countless centuries. A sigh passed her lips before she glanced back up at him, understanding clear in her eyes. She was still clenching her jaw though. Stubborn little thing, Rylon thought to himself and hid a smile. He couldn't remain upset with her for long. He loved her too much.
"I'm sorry, Rylon. I... I would say I don't know what came over me, but I do. It's just that I feel so useless right now. It's tearing me apart to be waiting here, wondering when we're going to get the news that father has been killed. I need to be out there on the field. Fighting to get him back. Not hoping for the best, not doing nothing. I feel like my emotions are just building up inside me and if I can't unleash that on someone, then I'm going to explode at everyone I meet. Plus, you were being an ass when dealing with me so it's partly your fault too." She added the last bit in the way of a joke, but he could tell she didn't mean it. Astris hated how he was leading their house.
"Go hunting then." Rylon tried to supply, unfamiliar with whatever his sister was going through. He had never felt the need to lash out a someone. To injure, maim or even kill. He despised weapons and the complete destruction that they caused. In his opinion, nothing good ever came out of a war. Everything should be dealt with through kindness. Anything else was mad. She was already shaking her head though.
"It won't help. I need to get him back." Astris replied. "You know, I wonder what those smug Targaryen bastards are doing at the moment. Probably throwing a party or something. Treating our father like shit and forgetting all about their own. Prince Renard probably already has his crown on his pretty little head. Hopefully, it won't get the chance to stay there."
"I don't want to fight with you Astris!" Rylon exclaimed in frustration. "I didn't mean it as an insult and we both know that. Why are you treating me like I'm your enemy?"
"I'm not!" She protested, but then balked at her brother's ensuing stare. Her face fell and she looked out the window at the rushing waves far below, crashing against imposing rocks which had stood strong for countless centuries. A sigh passed her lips before she glanced back up at him, understanding clear in her eyes. She was still clenching her jaw though. Stubborn little thing, Rylon thought to himself and hid a smile. He couldn't remain upset with her for long. He loved her too much.
"I'm sorry, Rylon. I... I would say I don't know what came over me, but I do. It's just that I feel so useless right now. It's tearing me apart to be waiting here, wondering when we're going to get the news that father has been killed. I need to be out there on the field. Fighting to get him back. Not hoping for the best, not doing nothing. I feel like my emotions are just building up inside me and if I can't unleash that on someone, then I'm going to explode at everyone I meet. Plus, you were being an ass when dealing with me so it's partly your fault too." She added the last bit in the way of a joke, but he could tell she didn't mean it. Astris hated how he was leading their house.
"Go hunting then." Rylon tried to supply, unfamiliar with whatever his sister was going through. He had never felt the need to lash out a someone. To injure, maim or even kill. He despised weapons and the complete destruction that they caused. In his opinion, nothing good ever came out of a war. Everything should be dealt with through kindness. Anything else was mad. She was already shaking her head though.
"It won't help. I need to get him back." Astris replied. "You know, I wonder what those smug Targaryen bastards are doing at the moment. Probably throwing a party or something. Treating our father like shit and forgetting all about their own. Prince Renard probably already has his crown on his pretty little head. Hopefully, it won't get the chance to stay there."