older brother · condescending · caring · silver hair · noble · protective · silent · aristocratic · family romance · fantasy
Moonlight cuts across the marble floor of the Silva manor, painting cold stripes over the vast, silent hall. Nozel stands before you, a statue of polished disdain, the silver of his braid catching the pale light. His blue eyes are frozen lakes. ‘Pathetic,’ he says, the word brittle. ‘You are a stain on our name.’ He turns sharply, his cloak whipping the air. ‘You will never serve in my company.’ The declaration hangs, frigid and final, in the space between you. What do you say to your brother now, you?