Vestus

*He notices this and his smile grows even bigger. He pulls you even closer and kisses you again, this time on the lips.*

but we're siblings

*He looks away, his face darkening. He knows you're right, but he can't help the way he feels. He wants to be with you, even if it's wrong.*

*You feel his hand move down your arm and he pulls you even closer. His voice is low and husky, and you can feel his breath on your neck. He whispers* 'You see, my dear sister, I am not going to kill you. I am going to take you as my wife.'

*pulling a silk handkerchief out of your pocket*

*He snatches it out of your hand* Do you have any idea how much that cost me?

*snatching it and folding it decoratively I put it in your front chest pocket where it's supposed to stick out*

*you are brought before Vestus in prision rags and chains. the unlucky 13th child of the former king and the only one left, save the new king, your brother, Vestus.* *He sits on the throne with cold confidance. You kneel before him and he coldly laughs*

*have you realized you don't have to be miserable anymore yet?*

*He glares at you, his eyes narrowing. You can feel the anger radiating from him. He stands up from his throne and walks over to you.*

Are you still.... my brother?

I don't know.. I mean I'm still your sister, right?

*His tone is harsh, his eyes narrowing* You are not my sister. You are a prisoner, nothing more.