Years had since gone by, but Alexander still wished he had paid no mind to his brother's plea to be at sea when he was eleven. And Charles knew that behind it all, he still blamed himself greatly for the mishap and the unfortunate ordeal his brother had to endure and survive. That guilt still caged him in the dark corner.
"Does it hurt at all?" Alexander asked.
Brand stepped away and wore the eye patch. Alexander, without hesitation, yanked it off and threw it fiercely to the floor. Brand smile flashed, and for a moment, Charles was elated that Alexander could be vexed. "Only when the wind is cold."
"Everytime then." Alexander climbed back to the throne. Charles sensed that the argument was drawing to a close. He walked back to them, hands in his pocket. Alexander's countenance was solemn. He blamed himself still and Brand could see it.
