Frater, Amicus
Chapter Four: Purple
The change seemed small, but obvious, even if only to Edmund.
Edmund walked across the station platform and put a hand on his brother's arm. "Are you alright?"
A pause. A straightening of slumped shoulders. A cleared throat. A plastered, forced, fake smile. "Of course, Ed. How could I not be?"
But Peter's eyes betrayed him. A storm of innumerable emotions: hurt, sorrow, loss…clouded his normally clear blue gaze.
Edmund grasped Peter and jerked him forcibly, emitting a surprised gasp from said brother.
"Must I remind you, dear brother? One does not have to wear purple to be a king."
