This is the first in a trilogy of drabbles about the characters in the main love triangle of the series.
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Indecisiveness was what could make or break a lord. His mother had told him that—a great lord must be of a decisive nature, and a stern judge. Armies rose or fell by his decisions alone. His father, she had pointed out so long ago, was such a man: strong as the oak tree.
Fifty years later, he is nothing like that. He cannot decide. For the life of him, he cannot decide.
They were one person, once. But now, he must choose between the two sides of a soul. Innocence and experience. Youth and maturity. Purity and darkness. Both call to him. And he cannot respond.
Two pairs of brown eyes: so alike, yet worlds apart.
He is the willow tree, bent under sorrow, unable to find the strength to choose. He must, one day, find the strength of the oak.
