Parties were not my biggest suite. In fact my brother was the party bunny between the both of us, whenever the need called for it, he would be the one in charge of parties.
But times were…. Strangest, Caspian's involvement in many of my many would not be possible anymore. We had gotten to this stage where it would be damned near impossible to involve him in my matters anymore, of course Drusilla's murder didn't count as she was both our matters.
I despised this distance, but I was also entertained with how long he intended to throw his temper tantrum with. At a jaded view one could say we got along just well on the surface, but below that scratched glass was the more you look the less you see.
Caspian wanted me dead. It was no paranoia, or speculation, my twin would see my corpse so he would spit on it as he threw it in the mountains for eagles to feast on it.
