thud. thud. thud.
heart in his throat pounding with the ferocity of a wildcat, matching the thud of his bootsteps through the castle halls run, faster, there may still be time-
why didn't you listen to me Father why did you let him come why
-shoves open the door, Sir Sigurd is with Father hold on your majesty please
it's too late for me
Father
mother left a long time ago, his brothers are dead, Father is all that's left
hold on, Father, please, you need to pull through, without you Verdane will be
a warm, wrinkled hand slides over his, father looks at him with his kind dying gaze, it's up to you now, my son
no
if I hadn't been so foolish, this would never have come to pass
NO
forgive me, Jamuka
he's gone
Father
swallowing the lump in his throat, fighting back tears, clenching his fists
Sandima...!
hot streams of rage and sadness pour down his cheeks and he's only dimly aware of Sir Sigurd's hand on his shoulder
*
Yes, this is disjointed on purpose.