Halden knew better than to approach a woman with a knife, so he kept his distance. He folded his hands behind his back.
"The point is to ruin a perfectly good knife?" Curiosity laced his tone. He had nothing better to do without bothering his little brother.
Basgiath was a prison to her. Everything related to it, to Varrish, to the leadership was a prison. She had been stripped away from who she was. From feeling safe or happy.
Anger replaced all of that.
—
+ was just as eager to push him away as Halden was to keep him close.
Cam had asked for some space, and Halden wasn't a monster. He relented, dismissing his guards to wander the grounds on his own.
"Sharpen it any more, and you'll wear the blade into nothing."
Basgiath wasn't exactly what he'd call 'home'. But he had doubts that anywhere in the world would bring him the comforting, safe feeling he so desperately craved.
That had disappeared with Alic.
A little shred of it surfaced whenever Camlaen was near, but his little brother +
𝐕𝐈.
Halden is a victim of "middle child syndrome". He was essentially invisible growing up but was forced into the spotlight after losing Alic.
He is his father's disappointment, which is why he so easily blamed Halden when Cam broke into the royal vault.
𝐕.
Halden never had the chance to grieve Alic properly. As soon as word was received of his brother's death, responsibility immediately fell onto his shoulders in the shape of a crown.