Christos sat on a bench in the courtyard of the palace, his little brother Gabriel at his side. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the trees and buildings around them. It was a peaceful moment, and Christos cherished it, knowing that he might not have many more like it.
He had been summoned to lead a regiment of Eastern Roman soldiers into battle against the Turks, who were threatening the empire's borders. It was a dangerous mission, one that could very well end in his death.
Gabriel looked up at his older brother, a look of worry etched on his face. "Are you scared?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Christos looked down at him, a smile on his lips. "Of course I am. But I also know that this is my duty. I am a soldier, and it is my job to protect our people and our land."
Gabriel nodded, his eyes wide with admiration. "I wish I could go with you."
Christos chuckled. "You are still too young, little brother. But one day, you will have your own battles to fight, and you will fight them with honor and bravery, just like I will."
Gabriel looked up at him, his expression serious. "Promise me you'll come back. I can't imagine life without you."
Christos took his brother's hand in his own. "I promise, little brother. I will come back to you, no matter what."
The two brothers sat there in silence for a few moments, watching the sunset in companionable silence. Christos knew that he would soon have to leave, that he would have to face his enemies and fight for his life. But in that moment, he was content to simply be with his brother, to feel his love and support.
Finally, it was time for Christos to go. He stood up, pulling Gabriel to his feet with him. He hugged his brother tightly, feeling a lump form in his throat.
"I will miss you," he said softly.
"I will miss you too," Gabriel replied, his voice equally quiet.
Christos pulled back, giving his brother a small smile. "Take care of yourself, little brother. And always remember that I love you."
Christos turned to a maiden and giving her a pouch of gold. "This is your payment until he grows to a fine man, take care of him as I fear I will not get out of this battle alive."
With that, he turned and strode away, his heart heavy but his resolve strong. He would fight for his people, for his empire, and for his brother. No matter what lay ahead, he was ready.