Start of plans

It seems my brother got excited and decided to kill me faster, the last dose of poison was too strong. I decided it was time to start my plans. I will start to show 'improvement' in my health.

After finishing a hearty breakfast with the family, Artys hurried out of the dining room; he wanted to start an exercise regimen, to show he was recovering physically.

As he ran along the walls of Runestone Castle, Artys intentionally ignored the leering staring back at him from inside one of the towers. The gaze belonged to none other than Andar, who bit his lip as he muttered under his breath.

"How are you still alive?"

***

Andar looked at his sick brother struggling to improve himself from a tower above the Castle courtyard. A frown was spread across his face as his wicked eyes gleamed menacingly at the sight. This sudden desire for self-improvement did not bode well for his plans. His anger only outweighed his disbelief.

After all, Artys was supposed to be dead, the poison Andar had used was effective enough to kill a warhorse, but somehow Artys was still on his feet, healthier than ever. All his plots were wasted. The debts he had acquired in order to murder his brother were not paid, and if he could not assert his position as heir to his father's title, he could not pay them, which did not bode well for his future.

However, if he tried to use poison again, he would no doubt attract the others' suspicion, something he wished to avoid. If Andar wanted to succeed his father and achieve his aspirations, he would need to plan a new murder.