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He stretches a hand out toward her, desperation etched into his handsome features. She turns away. ‘Sister…’
She pauses, a red blush growing from her temple. Her cream coronet is a stark contrast. ‘You are hardly my brother.’
‘We share blood. We share everything. How can you…why can you?’ His voice begins to crack and his eye line slips to the floor. She is sure that she sees his eyes glimmer with tears.
She sits beside him and strokes his dark hair softly. Even accompanied with such a gentle gesture, her eyes are cold. Even before she parts her lips he knows that she is going to disappoint him. ‘It is not my decision. Our father has ordered it. I am only here to say goodbye.’
His grey eyes dim and for a terrible moment she is sure that he has simply died, here and now. But he speaks from below his lids: ‘Well, say it then.’ His voice is harsh and she, always quick-tempered, angers.
‘This is not my fault. This is who you are.’ Her voice is steely, like a knife, and her words are smoke-like.
She leaves; he blows out the single candle.
And waits.