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09.May.18, 11:39 AM
Azrin continued to smile as the dragons appeared one at a time above High Reaches Hold. He had spotted his eldest brother on the first one to arrive and a moment of anger set in. Had the servant failed in serving the specially made wine? He knew which bottles his father was considering for the traditional post-wedding drink amongst the men and had tampered a bit with them, adding a little extra something.
Damn, but it would have been a perfect set up! Having his father and Jaetyn die at Fort Hold when he was all the way back in High Reaches Hold would leave him with his hands clean and an easy succession. Not that anyone would challenge him anyway. His family had been ruling High Reaches for more generations than he cared to think about right then. He wasn’t too worried about his youngest brothers, Gabrin and Jalazmar. He liked them both well enough and would have likely properly mourned them if they had partook in the poisoned beverage as well, but if they had lived, he didn’t see either one of them coming after him for the title or even revenge.
Shit.
As all the dragons landed, Azrin realised his father wasn’t among them and a quick scan for his mother showed her dressed in black and looking horrible. He also found the dragon she rode on was holding a long box; a rather father-shaped box. So his dad had died at the very least but Jaetyn managed to avoid the same fate. Which meant things might get ugly for him soon. Azrin had covered his tracks well from using an odourless poison to resealing the bottle in the same manner it had originally been done so there was no way to tie him to the crime. Jaetyn, however, would still suspect him and might retaliate despite now being the Lord Holder. Wouldn’t do to have the spare heir lingering around, posing as a threat to him and his sons.
He’d have to put word out to Aldra, the Lord of Ista’s heir and Azrin’s recent playmate, that it was time to relocate to Ista. He was sure his wife would love moving back to her home where they could build their own hold or even quietly usurp a lord and his family, slowly climbing up the ladder of Ista until he was Lord Holder there. It was a lofty dream but Azrin was confident. Then again, why rule when you could sleep with the ruler and reap the benefits? That sounded a bit better and with less work in the long run.
While everyone dismounted and collected their items, Jaetyn strode over to him. Azrin didn’t bother feigning innocence with just the two of them currently within earshot. He knew Jaetyn knew what he had tried but couldn’t prove it without seeming like he was jealous or paranoid. With a slow subtle grin, Azrin looked his brother directly in the eye and simply said, “welcome home, Lord Holder,” and walked away to greet his mother.
He was truly upset that his actions hurt his mother and he held her for a moment as she did her best not to weep out in public. They exchanged brief greetings and condolences as she quickly explained what happened. Why they hadn’t at least sent ahead a fire lizard with a message about what had happened was beyond him; perhaps they were all grieving too much to think about that or maybe at least one amongst them wanted to see his reactions to everything. Azrin felt he was rather convincing in showing his shock and grief, mostly due in part from seeing one of his targets still alive and then seeing his mother upset.
He left her side soon after the update and wandered over to his baby brother and the woman he assumed was his wife. If he was correct, then Jalazmar lucked out in the physical area of an arranged marriage, much as he had with his own wife. Azrin also hoped the kid found love with the woman so he wouldn’t be tortured and lose some of that spark of life that was always evident in the twinkle of his eyes.
“Little Lamb,” he greeted Jalazmar with a hug instead of the usual nod or handshake. The circumstances called for a comforting gesture but a hug could also be in congratulations and this one was a bit of both. “Congratulations on your wedding. Mother told me what happened that night. I’m sorry you had to go through that so soon after such a happy day,” he was sorry but not for the reasons Jalazmar likely suspected but at least he was being honest.
Azrin shifted his attention to the two women standing just a few feet away from Jalazmar, deciding the one dressed better than the other was the wife and turned a smile on for her. “You must be my baby brother’s wife. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady, though I wish happier circumstances brought you here. I’m Azrin, second son of High Re- oh. Well, I guess I’m the brother to the Lord Holder now,” he scratched the side of his head above his ear in feigned befuddlement, acting as if he was trying to sort out the news he had just received about their father.
Damn, but it would have been a perfect set up! Having his father and Jaetyn die at Fort Hold when he was all the way back in High Reaches Hold would leave him with his hands clean and an easy succession. Not that anyone would challenge him anyway. His family had been ruling High Reaches for more generations than he cared to think about right then. He wasn’t too worried about his youngest brothers, Gabrin and Jalazmar. He liked them both well enough and would have likely properly mourned them if they had partook in the poisoned beverage as well, but if they had lived, he didn’t see either one of them coming after him for the title or even revenge.
Shit.
As all the dragons landed, Azrin realised his father wasn’t among them and a quick scan for his mother showed her dressed in black and looking horrible. He also found the dragon she rode on was holding a long box; a rather father-shaped box. So his dad had died at the very least but Jaetyn managed to avoid the same fate. Which meant things might get ugly for him soon. Azrin had covered his tracks well from using an odourless poison to resealing the bottle in the same manner it had originally been done so there was no way to tie him to the crime. Jaetyn, however, would still suspect him and might retaliate despite now being the Lord Holder. Wouldn’t do to have the spare heir lingering around, posing as a threat to him and his sons.
He’d have to put word out to Aldra, the Lord of Ista’s heir and Azrin’s recent playmate, that it was time to relocate to Ista. He was sure his wife would love moving back to her home where they could build their own hold or even quietly usurp a lord and his family, slowly climbing up the ladder of Ista until he was Lord Holder there. It was a lofty dream but Azrin was confident. Then again, why rule when you could sleep with the ruler and reap the benefits? That sounded a bit better and with less work in the long run.
While everyone dismounted and collected their items, Jaetyn strode over to him. Azrin didn’t bother feigning innocence with just the two of them currently within earshot. He knew Jaetyn knew what he had tried but couldn’t prove it without seeming like he was jealous or paranoid. With a slow subtle grin, Azrin looked his brother directly in the eye and simply said, “welcome home, Lord Holder,” and walked away to greet his mother.
He was truly upset that his actions hurt his mother and he held her for a moment as she did her best not to weep out in public. They exchanged brief greetings and condolences as she quickly explained what happened. Why they hadn’t at least sent ahead a fire lizard with a message about what had happened was beyond him; perhaps they were all grieving too much to think about that or maybe at least one amongst them wanted to see his reactions to everything. Azrin felt he was rather convincing in showing his shock and grief, mostly due in part from seeing one of his targets still alive and then seeing his mother upset.
He left her side soon after the update and wandered over to his baby brother and the woman he assumed was his wife. If he was correct, then Jalazmar lucked out in the physical area of an arranged marriage, much as he had with his own wife. Azrin also hoped the kid found love with the woman so he wouldn’t be tortured and lose some of that spark of life that was always evident in the twinkle of his eyes.
“Little Lamb,” he greeted Jalazmar with a hug instead of the usual nod or handshake. The circumstances called for a comforting gesture but a hug could also be in congratulations and this one was a bit of both. “Congratulations on your wedding. Mother told me what happened that night. I’m sorry you had to go through that so soon after such a happy day,” he was sorry but not for the reasons Jalazmar likely suspected but at least he was being honest.
Azrin shifted his attention to the two women standing just a few feet away from Jalazmar, deciding the one dressed better than the other was the wife and turned a smile on for her. “You must be my baby brother’s wife. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady, though I wish happier circumstances brought you here. I’m Azrin, second son of High Re- oh. Well, I guess I’m the brother to the Lord Holder now,” he scratched the side of his head above his ear in feigned befuddlement, acting as if he was trying to sort out the news he had just received about their father.
