Disclaimer: It's sad, but Havelock Vetinari is the property of the marvellously inventive Terry Pratchett. His brother, though, is my idea, and so is this event. And I know it's OOC, but he's only 12!
A Vetinari did not cry. That had been the first thing he'd learnt.
An Assassin did not cry. That had been the third.
And in the long, lonely years between, he had learnt only one thing. To love his brother with a desperate love, for they were all that either of them had. For four years that had been so, he and his brother all in all to each other until he had had to go. Only those four years they had been together, and yet nothing had ever stood out more clearly in his mind. He had loved his brother desperately, he had loved his brother madly, he had loved his brother as David had loved Jonathan...
And now Edmund was dead. Assassinated... no. No! Murdered... he had been murdered, by the fifth-year with the pale, mad eyes.
A Vetinari did not cry. An Assassin did not cry.
A/N This came to me in a flash and I then made up a history to fit it: Havelock's mother died giving birth to his brother Edmund when Havelock was two. Their father's grief for their mother made him hate the children (or maybe he was just a bored aristocrat!), and so the brothers were left to bring each other up and had a very close bond. Then, at the age of ten, Edmund was murdered in that Assassins-school fashion of eliminating the opposition. This was part of what has so dehumanized Vetinari... (okay, now flame me, I know I deserve it for making up that chunk of sentiment...)