A Mark?

"Big brother!" Cyneric exclaimed out with a soft smile, stupefying those within the tent.

"Your Highness, I believe I no longer am your brother, the bond you still believe in was broken decades ago when the royal family was slaughtered by my hands and I left the Zazia" The voice under the hood claimed.

"Hahaha, relationships aren't that easily broken brother, even more so when you decided everything on your own and left me in that Palace marred with blood, how selfish of you" Cyneric stated with a smile.

And it was only then the voice's tone changed, "I-"

"Let's stop this now, brother, it's all in the past" Cyneric waved his hand as he turned to retreat back to his seat.

"Anyway, how come you decided to visit me so abruptly, didn't you leave Zazia?" Cyneric asked as he casually sat on the throne.

"....."