Merriweather had long since calmed down. His eyes were still puffy, and very red. Mornstein had discontinued his purring, knowing that his brother was pacified. Now, we can take this opportunity, to explain a bit about Merriweather.
Merriweather was the second born to Lord Socrates and Lady Elizabeth. He was born around the time Mornstein was four. He more resembled his father's colors, but his eyes were a slight in between, blue-green shade of both his mother and father. Merriweather was the second prince of Meridia, growing fast in the Meridian royal family customs, but knew his fate was not that of a throne. But he did know he was to take Mornstein's position if something happened to the eldest prince of Meridia. He watched Mornstein carefully on a daily basis, to assure that nothing would happen to his beloved brother. This was around when he was three or four. Their sister, Meadowlark, was a young tot at this time, as she had been born when Merriweather's age was that of two. Merriweather swore to protect his baby sister, even if he was only four. Mornstein, being seven at that current time, decided to do the same.
Merriweather's allergy to cats came about at this age, as it was discovered after he had been scratched by one. He had pulled it's tail, something he quickly learned not to do anymore. It was at the same age as when Mornstein discovered his allergic reaction to dogs. Socrates had rushed Merriweather to Archimedes, should informed Socrates and Elizabeth of their child's allergies. They had done the same with Mornstein.
Merriweather had then grown ill. He would constantly sneeze and cough and hack, no matter what they tried to do to help the poor prince. That was when Mornstein's relationship with him grew very strong and protective. He wouldn't let anyone touch Merriweather unless they were his mom, father, the nurse, Daisuke or Archimedes. At the time Archimedes was known as "Arch" by the princes and princess. Archimedes would go in Merriweather's room daily to check on him. Merriweather had started to get progressively better all of a sudden. His temperature was dropping back down to a stable temp. Then medications were working and he was soon back on his feet.
Merriweather's growth and development progressed exceptionally well, Socrates and his brother, Daisuke, watching carefully, with Mornstein doing the same. The young prince had started having troubles in his teachings, catching his father's attention. Socrates sat down with the boy, and discussed his troubles. Merriweather, having been taught to be honest, told his father that he was having difficulties learning and concentrating, as his mind was on what would happen if any impending doom were to strike his brother. Socrates told the young prince he did not have to worry, and that his brother would make to the rightful age of kingship. Merriweather nodded and shoved it away. He almost completely forgot about it.
At a still growing age of just turning twelve, his father had to leave, to aid another kingdom. Merriweather didn't feel their relationship was as strong as Socrates's relationship with Mornstein. Merriweather hugged him tight and kept saying things over and over, surprisingly overwhelming the king. Mornstein, was fourteen at the time. He was almost of age and his father wanted more than to be there with his brother and sister and mother when he was crowned at the coronation. Sadly, Merriweather, Meadowlark and their mother Elizabeth sat alone and watched as the eldest prince of Meridia was crowned as the king of Meridia.
Now, to the current day, Merriweather was twenty-three. He was a bullheaded, stubborn man, with a soft spot for his nephews and brother. He connected well with the middle child, Casimir, as the prince was struggling the same way Merriweather did. Merriweather had a bad case of separation anxiety whenever Mornstein would leave, and he would become very bipolar and obstinate with people, until Mornstein's return. He still cried himself to sleep some nights, but it was silent crying, as he did not want anyone to wake and find him. But Mornstein would find him that way sometimes, as he would when they were teenagers, and would mollify him back to sleep.
And at this moment, Merriweather, face still burning, curled up feebly in his brother's arms, felt he had done the worst thing he could've, today. But Mornstein continued to tell him it wasn't his fault. Merriweather found it hard to believe, but he accepted it for the sole fact that his brother wouldn't let up on it. So he sighed, wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, and scrapped the thought from his mind. Merriweather needed to talk with him, and maybe Daisuke. Because he knew some ways to take care of this mess. Archimedes did too, but Merriweather wouldn't talk to him right now.
But he needed to talk. To his brother. But it was in his propensity to be abnormally quiet during these times. Especially if it was a major screw up, and of he blamed himself for said screw up. But he needed to change that. Fast. And now.