Boromir sat in his chambers as he covered his face. He couldn't believe it had come to this. Kyra had been banished from Minas Tirith under pain of death. He didn't know what to do. Denethor had all the gates guarded to keep him from returning to her and were ordered to kill Kyra if she dared return. Boromir wished death would come to him instead of her. Then at least she would have a reason not to return. A reason to stay safe.
"Boromir?"
Faramir opened the door carrying a tray of food. Boromir looked away refusing to eat. He could not eat even if he wanted to. Faramir sighed and shut the door behind him.
"Why do you let this guilt eat at you?" he asked.
"Can you not tell?" Boromir answered. "I love Kyra. Now I cannot be with her or our daughter. Curse Father's temper."
Faramir watched as a single tear made its way down his face. He had never seen his brother cry like this before. He could not imagine the pain he was going through of being separated from his loved one, being separated from his family.
"Does Kyra mean this much to you?" Faramir asked.
"I would die for her", Boromir said. "I would sell my soul to Sauron himself to protect Kyra."
He sighed as he looked down. That was one of the most serious things he had ever said. But his words were true. He would sell his soul to keep his wife and daughter safe.
"Brother, I know I have not welcomed you with open arms", Faramir said. "I am glad you have returned."
"Faramir, I hope you understand I never wanted to leave you", Boromir said getting up. "If I could, I would've taken you with me, but I just couldn't. Gondor needs at least one steward to rule. You always wanted to be steward, so I let you have the opportunity. If I had stayed away longer than I had, you would've been made steward."
"Father would never name me steward. You were born to take that responsibility into your hands, not me. I am just the son Father never wanted."
"Faramir…"
Boromir wrapped his arms around his younger brother in a hug. After a second of not doing anything, Faramir returned the hug just as hard as his brother's. They held each other never wanting to let go. Te sons of the steward never wanted to be separated from each other again.
One more chapter, then I'm wrapping it all up