He couldnt rember when he started to hate his half-brother. Was it when his mother died? Or was it when he figured out what severely weakened her to the point that she could not recover from her disease?
Axton had been sent to the palace to befriend and accompany Piers, who was an unsociable child, but when he was older, he realized it was to keep him away from his father. Axtons godmother, the Empress, had tried her best to answer his questions and as he grew older, she told him more when he asked. Coupled with what he saw firsthand and what his mother told him, he knew why his father was sick.
Cillian Alvere had an addiction to charms that would drain his energy and then give him a high, resulting in violent mood swings when he was denied. In fact, this started well before Montan was born.
And while Montans birth mother had a heavy hand in making Cillian sick, ultimately, it was Cillian who insisted on seeing her, even despite the late Duchess protests. Cillian was childhood friends with Rebecca Walter. Her grandmother used to babysit Cillian, whose mother died early and was left to his busy rchant father. His busy rchant father saved the life of Duke Elliot Alvere du Nassaun, Axtons maternal grandfather.
The two n agreed to betroth their children to strengthen their bond. This was, unfortunately, common amongst the Central Corridors nobility and aristocracy, though it often was dissolved when the two parties were of age. However, Genevieve Alvere was a very filial and dutiful daughter. Going through with a betrothal was in line with her role and responsibility.
It was both lucky and unlucky for her that Cillian wanted to marry her. She had considered breaking off the engagent while in Lyce, supposedly after having t Lord Oliver von Schwert, but Cillian begged her to marry him, insisting that he loved her. Axton didnt want to believe it, but despite everything, there was a part of him that knew that, at least at one point, Cillian had a real, healthy love for Genevieve.
Once upon a ti, the Duchess and the commoner rchant did love each other. Otherwise, how could they have married so easily?
If Axton had been there, he wouldve tried his best to forbid it, especially when his mother had discovered that Cillian was being cared for while injured in his ho village by Rebecca when they were still engaged teenagers. What was worse was that the entire village had seed to think that Cillian and Rebecca were together.
When Marquess Guevera had spent the last sumr in Viclya, Axton had a chance to speak to her and asked about this. Before speaking to Toris mother, Axton didnt think anyone could hate his father more than him, but the Marquess had a look of hatred in her eyes when talking about Cillian that made Axton uncomfortable.
We tried to convince her. That woman clearly saw that bastard as more than just an innocent childhood friend, as he claid, and he would never leave her alone. Her grandmother made him swear to take care of her and he was straddled with the burden of that treacherous whore. Marquess Guevera had a few more choice words and Axton hadnt been able to rid himself of the feeling that if Cillian had been present, the Marquess wouldve killed him herself.
The Marquess had told Axton that just before their last year of Lyce, his mother brought up dissolving the engagent, but Cillian refused and broke down in front of her. His mother said that Rebecca Walter made her uncomfortable and she could not marry a man who prioritized another woman over her.
Surprisingly, he agreed and broke contact with Rebecca. The Marquess had not been convinced and she was right not to be. The engagent had been formally announced imdiately after they graduated, and not a few days after Genevieve and Cillian were married after Universit, Rebeccas grandmother died.
The childhood friends were brought back together. Rebeccas grandmother, on her deathbed, had begged Cillian to take care of her granddaughter, who had no other family in the world. What else could Cillian do but to agree to the dying old woman who had raised him.
Genevieve had been hurt by this, but understood that he felt he owed the old woman. For a few years, Cillian had kept his distance from Rebecca, though periodically sent people to check on her and make sure she had enough money to live on her own. Genevieve had agreed to this. The Empress had described it as Genevieve thinking of it as her husband dealing with a sowhat estranged relative. For several years, this had worked out well.
The Alveres were happy. Axton was born during this ti.
Then Rebeccas cottage was robbed, and she was injured trying to flee. Cillian had moved her closer to their ho village, where he felt she would be safer. He began to visit her more as her ntal state was shaken. She had beco more needy and was afraid.
Both the Empress and Marquess Guevera had estimated that this was when the charms addiction started. The Empress had recounted that Axton was about two when his father started staying away from ho for periods at a ti under the guise of his business. Axton, of course, had been too young to know what was going on. All he vaguely rembered was that his father was attentive and loving to both him and his mother.
He had been overcompensating.
And Genevieve had known. When Axton was almost four, his mother had confronted his father about an adulterous affair, of which Cillian had denied, insisting that he was checking on his old friend. They had gotten into row after row, with Cillian storming out of Sun Garden. It was also at this ti that Genevieve had begun to get sick.
At first, it was just so weakness and unsteadily, but it would eventually beco a terminal illness that would eat away at her body and leave her to perish in bed.
The Empress had said it was around that ti she began to try to convince Marquess Guevera to contact Genevieve again, as well. Genevieve needed the support she had claid.
Then, one raining knight, Rebecca Walter had shown up drenched at Sun Garden with an infant in her arms and told Genevieve that it was Cillians and her son. Genevieves heart had broken completely, and the Empress believed that was when whatever love and patience Genevieve had for Cillian ended.
Cillian had lost his mind that night. He had known about the baby, but he didnt want him and his infidelity to be revealed to Genevieve, for fear that hed lose her. The Empress detested Cillian, but knew he was obsessed with Genevieve. She was a goddess in his mind, and he had insisted that he had been tricked; that he had never wanted to sleep with another woman, but his addiction to charms had made him vulnerable and he strayed.
All of this had fallen on Genevieves deaf ears.
Axton could rember being sent to his room that night to get away from the screaming and his fathers rage. It wasnt until he was an adult that his godmother told him that his father tried to kill Montan in hopes that it would sohow please Genevieve and prove his love and devotion to her. That rainy night, Cillian had grabbed the bundle in Rebeccas arms and tried to throw the baby down the dozen stone steps of Sun Garden.
It was one of his mothers knights who had caught him.
Genevieve was a duchess through and through, and no matter how hurt and angry and sad she was, she could not bring herself to watch an infant die. She also could not let her sons father beco a murderer. She had known she was dying, and feared that Montan would be killed by Cillian. Genevieve had saved Montan and brought him to Axton.
She was right to be afraid.
Of course, Axton didnt consider all of this when he had found out his father betrayed his mother, and with that woman. He didnt care that his father was sick and addicted to charms to the point that hed lose his sanity and beco violent. He couldnt bring himself to look at the child that represented the culmination of the breakdown of his own family.
He grew to resent Montans existence even when logically, he knew that it wasnt Montans fault. Deep down, he knew Montan was a victim.
Perhaps in a way that was why he didnt want to look at Montan. He didnt want to acknowledge that he was also a victim or that he could be suffering more.
After all, Axton had his godmother, Piers, and Marquis von Schwert who loved him like his own son because he loved his mother. Axton had emotional and financial support.
Montan was left to be tortured by a father who tried to kill him and a woman who used him as a tool.
And Axton was guilty.
His guilt, rage, and hatred for their father made him yell and act out before he could consider the situation they were in. Who cares who heard him or saw him?
A red mark appeared on Montans cheek as soon as their fathers hand made an impact, but Axtons own fist left an even worse mark on Cillians face in return.
The sting through his knuckles as his arm swung and sent Cillian stumbling back, splattering blood across Axtons shirt, was ignored as Axton grabbed Cillians collar to hold him in place so he could pound his face further.
Axton! He vaguely heard Piers voice.
Step away from him and put your hands up where I can see them! Higher! Toris voice was shrill and demanding - no, threatening. He saw a shorter figure that had been obstructed by his father step back and lift their arms up, keeping their withered hands above their make-up caked face.
A strong hand clamped on his shoulder and pulled him away from his father, who was on the ground with blood streaming out of his nostrils. Axton didnt even feel the hot, wetness of fresh blood on his hands.
Axton, thats enough, Piers said in a firm voice. Check on your brother.
Sothing in his head snapped to focus. Axton turned around and saw Montan against the wooden wall of a snack shop, almost crumpled to the ground as wide, panicked eyes darted around. Both arms were raised, trying to shield his head. On the ground beside him was an overturned paper plate and a toppled funnel cake with splattered cream and fruit.
Standing between him and that woman was Tori with her legs bent and hips facing her. Her right arm was out, blocking the way to Montan while her left arm was up with the blade of her dagger resting against her forearm in a defensive stance.
Axton moved between Montan and their father, then knelt beside the boy. His quick movents made Montan twitch and raise his arms up once more to cover himself.
Montan, its . Its - Axton, he said, trying to steady his voice. Its all right. Its all right. Youre safe. I wont let anyone hurt you. Montans eyes matched his. They flickered past his raised arms and looked at him unsurely. Axton lowered his head and pain filled his face. His voice softened. Its , Montan...Its ...I wont hurt you.
Why did Montan look so afraid?
Relax, Alvere, Toris firm, but reassuring voice ca from behind him. Your big brother is here now. Hes going to protect you.
There was recognition in Montans gray eyes. His trembling lips seed to want to speak, but no words ca out. His arms lowered just a bit.
Dobchek, send four knights to the end of the snack shop row on the Pronade. Piers was talking into his comcry. To the alley between Funnel Cakes and Frosted Fruit.
Tell them to contact Viclya Community Patrol to prepare the prison wagon at Fishmonger Plaza to expel two trespassers from the delta, Tori said. Her eyes narrowed and she didnt falter from her position. It seems that I was too lax in opening my county. Im sorry about this, Axton...Alvere.
Axton.... Cillian lifted his hand to his bloody face and touched the liquid streaming over his lips in a thin line. His eyes flickered up and he looked confused and in a daze. Axton...why did you hit ? I am your father. I was punishing him for you!
Punishing him? Axton whirled around and barely restrained himself from attacking the middle-aged man. There is no reason to punish him!
This is your investnt! You had a hand in building this place...why should that waste who hurt you be allowed here! Cillian choked out, as if he didnt understand. He shouldnt be allowed here to taint your sight!
Axtons eyes crinkled up and he shook his head. He knew his birth father wasnt right in the head, but it seed that it was worse than he thought.
He didnt hurt . Axtons steady voice surprised himself. It was strange how looking at this man he hated so much suddenly made him feel nothing. He didnt do anything.
Yes, he did! Because of him, your mother was always upset! She couldnt take care of her body-
You killed her. Axton cut him off and Tori tensed. He caught her looking back at him as he stared at his father as if he were looking at a stranger. It wasnt Montans fault. It was yours. You killed my mother.
He didnt know what to expect exactly. Perhaps dismissive shouting or a rambling series of excuses as hed done in the past, but Axton didnt expect Cillian to lunge at Rebecca.
Its your fault! Its your fault! You kept calling for ! You kept giving charms and kept from my family! Its you who ruined my life! I shouldve killed you before you ca to my door!
Before he could reach the woman, Tori slamd the smooth hilt base of her dagger into his chest, shoving him back against the opposite wall. Piers swept in front of Tori to protect her, and Axton remained standing between his father and Montan.
Cillian bounced against the wall and groaned as a dented cackling filled the narrow alley. Axton looked back at Rebecca Walter. Her eyes were filled with madness and mirth as she looked at Cillian.
Go ahead and kill ! You always say that you will, but you never do! You never do! She mocked the fallen man and looked almost gleeful. She stretched her neck forward as she sneered. You wont! You cant! No matter what you say, you love . You love ! Axton saw faint dark spots on her neck that were barely covered with pale face powder.
Death is too good for you! Cillian lunged at her once more, only to be stopped by Tori half body-slamming him back and into the grips of two imperial knights who had arrived.
I will repeat. Mr. Cillian Kelly, forrly Duke Cillian Alvere, and Madam Rebecca Walter are permanently banned from the Cosora Delta and any Lions Gate property for disorderly conduct. This is done with the will of the landed noble governing the Cosora Delta, Countess Victoria de Guevera, Tori said, carefully using terminology her brothers mustve taught her. Should they trespass again, they will be fined and then imprisoned or pressed for service.
They will also be banned from all properties related to myself and the Alvere Duchy. They are banned from the Lunar Inns. If Axton could, he would ban them from the duchy, but Cillian and Rebecca were born there and as their native duchy, they could only be banned for a capital cri.
Abusing their son did not count.
Take him to the prison carriage. We will co later, Piers said.
The two knights didnt say anything. They nodded their heads and turned around, dragging Cillian who was telling Axton not to bla him and that his mother would forgive him. They were the ramblings of a madman and Axton shuddered. The other two knights who arrived flanked Rebecca and pulled her out of the alley.
She looked at her son leaning against the wall and smiled. Dont worry, Montan! Your father is confused. As soon as you graduate and can provide for us, he will welco you back. I will talk to him.
For a mont, Axton was taken aback by how casual she sounded. It was as if she were just assuring her son that shed get him permission to go out with his friends.
Shes delusional.... Toris voice didnt have a hint of sarcasm. She sounded almost stunned at the encounter.
Perhaps she always has been, Piers said in a low voice. He pulled Axton back and the squeeze on his shoulder was enough to shake him out of his stupor.
Axton looked at him and then turned around. He moved forward once more and reached out his hands, but Montan shrank back, raising his arms once more. Axton quickly restrained himself and grit his teeth. He consciously moved back to give the shaking boy so space.
Montan.... He didnt know what to say. What could he tell the boy to calm him? Montan had just seen their father try to kill his mother. From the exchange, it was clear it wasnt the first ti it had happened.
Montans breath was uneven as he lowered his eyes shafully. Im sorry.... A chill swept over Axton at his breathy, terrified apology.
Its not your fault. Tori stepped in and adjusted her bracelet. She seed to pop out a clear purple crystal. She faced Montan and made her voice sound lighter. Mr. Alvere, can you hold this crystal for and count to a hundred?
She held the crystal in front of him and Montan stared at it in silence. Just when Axton didnt think he was going to answer, Montans slender fingers moved over Toris hand. He flinched twice before his shaking fingers pinched the purple crystal and curled it into his palm.
One...two.... Axton almost didnt hear his voice.
He wasnt sure if Montan was simply in a daze and didnt know what to do, so he followed Toris orders, or if there was so other reason Montan did as he was told, but as he counted, he seed to regain so of his composure and calm down.
Tori didnt say anything and remained standing nearby, watching Montans body language carefully. It was as if she were silently counting with him. When he reached a hundred, her soft, coaxing voice that Axton usually heard her use with friends or children, and sotis even Piers, spoke.
Take a deep breath...hold...slowly exhale. Once more. Deep breath...hold...release.... Axton found himself doing what she said, as well. Tori repeated herself a few more tis, never making any sudden movents and kept a comfortable distance away at two arms length. Good job. You are doing a good job. Nod your head if your cheek hurts.
Montans gray eyes were fixed on Tori, entranced. He nodded once.
We will get ice to put on your cheek, so it wont hurt. Tori seed to slowly stand up straight and move her arms to draw his attention to Axton. Axton will take you to the first aid office. Do you want to hold his arm?
Montans eyes flickered over Axton and then he shook his head. Axton couldnt help but feel disappointed.
Thats okay, Tori continued. Can you follow him closely?
Montan nodded. He opened his mouth and let out a wheezed thank you. Tori nodded and stepped back, giving them room to leave.
Are you and Piers coming? Axton asked. He tried to keep his voice neutral; not angry, not urgent, but not sad or hurt, either. His question wasnt directed at Montan, but he didnt want to startle him.
Well follow in a mont, Tori told him. Axton nodded and walked out of the alley. There were plenty of people walking around and as he passed, he noticed a small light blue crystal on the ground. He glanced back at Tori and noticed that her bracelet was missing two crystals. One was the athyst Montan still clutched and the other was the blue crystal that disrupted sound.
Montan, follow, Axton offered Montan what smile he could force. His pace slowed and he made a point to try to shield Montan with his body as much as possible. If you are nervous, take a deep breath. Like Tori said...deep breath...hold...release.
He thought he sounded a bit stupid compared to when Tori said it, but he repeated it over and over, just loud enough for Montan to hear as they crossed the plaza.
There were two first aid locations on the Pronade to assist with any minor guest injuries. They were on opposite ends of the Pronade: at the very end, which led to a smaller plaza where fishern and locals who had so ho-grown vegetables gathered every other morning to sell and trade called Fishmongers Plaza, and at the Lions Plaza, right at the entrance where guests were often dropped off the mont they arrived.
Axton purposely led Montan to Lions Plaza, as their father and his mistress were dragged in the opposite direction. When they arrived, they were imdiately taken to a smaller room and a pack of wrapped ice crystals was brought to them. Montan was given so water and Axton stood in the corner, watching him hold the ice crystals against his cheeks.
His eyes reddened as he looked at Montan. When he was sixteen, was he that small? He was an escort knight to the first prince; hed always been taller and stronger than other boys his age, even when compared to Piers. But his younger brother was shorter and thinner. He was slumped over and either looked scared or worse, numb.
Axton dropped his head and shut his eyes tight. He was a victim of his fathers actions, but so was Montan. Next to the Duchess, it was likely that Montan suffered the most. He certainly suffered the longest. Senior Kasens words lingered in his head: alone with his lunatic, abusive father and a mother so obsessed with the man that shed turn her son into a tool to keep him.
Axtons mouth was bitter, and a heavy guilt weighed on him.
Im sorry Im late. His voice shook as he kept his eyes shut to try to keep his tears in. Im sorry...I shouldve taken you with .
Although, they both knew that he couldnt. He was only the older brother and even if he were the rightful heir, he couldnt simply take Montan away from his parents when Montan was underaged. His father could put on shows of sanity where he was a good father, and all he and his mistress had to do was pressure Montan into pretending everything was fine in public.
And really, what son of the legal wife would take on the responsibility of his fathers mistress son?
Even if there were logical reasons why he couldnt take Montan away, Axton was angry that he didnt at least try. Perhaps even the action of trying would show that Montan wasnt alone. To show him that he was wanted.
Your Grace. Montans weak voice reached him, and he opened his wet eyes. Montans eyes were red, and he looked as if he wanted to cry, but he couldnt. Sohow, that made his expression even more pitiful. Its not your fault.
Axton bit his lips and shook his head slowly. Its not your fault either. He sniffled and took a deep breath to compose himself. You are an adult now and need not have anything to do with them again. If you need anything, you must co to . I am your family now. I shouldve always been.
Montan lowered his head and seed to nod. Axton wasnt sure if he really understood, let alone accepted his comnt, but right now, he couldnt force Montan. As Senior Kasen said, this would be a long and tedious process.
There was a quiet knock at the door and Axton turned his head towards it.
Its us, Tori said from the other side. Can we open the door?
Yeah, co in. Axton stood up straight and the door opened just a bit. Tori peeked in before opening it the rest of the way. Thank you for earlier.
Tori lifted her hand and gave him a dismissive wave. This is my territory. I will protect my guests. Also, Kasey gave a job.
The corner of Axtons mouth rose a bit. He reached to touch Toris head and pat it, only for Piers to move between them and hold out a plate of funnel cake. Axton cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes.
Whats this?
Piers replaced the one that fell. A regular with cream, strawberries, strawberry syrup, and so crushed nuts, Tori said.
Take it. Piers gave him an order and Axtons face softened. Piers bought it for his brother.
Thank you. Axton held it in both hands and slowly took a step closer to Montan with a hopeful smile on his face. You havent had anything to eat yet, have you?
Montan kept his eyes on him and slowly shook his head. Sir Dobchek went to line up for fried potato sticks.
So, that is why he wasnt with him, Piers said from the doorway.
You sent him to show Montan what to eat, not to act as his guard, Axton said without looking away from his half-brother. Montan, eat a little of this and then well go to the restaurant. You can get a more filling al there.
He began to cut up the funnel cake with the side of a wooden fork. When a small, bite-sized piece had been separated from the funnel cake, he stabbed it and held it out for Montan to eat.
Montans face reddened. Your Grace...I can eat it on my own. Just before he lowered his embarrassed face, Axton caught the reassuring, though faint look of joy in his matching gray eyes.
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