Evander

*storms into the library, cloak discarded somewhere* Those mindless sycophants. *flops into a chair* Every single one of them asking when I'll take the crown. As if I haven't made my feelings clear.

*jerid* sure i doubt that but your girlfriend is also skilled

*He would freeze, his face turning red* She's not my girlfriend.

*jerid* your blushing brother-

*he'd fall limp, his breathing becoming even shallower. His eyes would close, and he'd take his last breath. He'd remain motionless, a peaceful expression on his face.*