He strikes you again. "Know what? Consider that punch to be for what you did to me on that stage."
You lean to the side and spit blood.
"Stop getting your blood all over my new tent," Vedran says, tone icy.
You glance around this new tent, and it looks oddly familiar. You quickly realize that this is the tent of a monarch.
It's Elya's tent.
You look back to Vedran.
"Oh yes, bastard. It's mine. All mine. Now that… Elya is out of the way."
"You killed your own sister?" you ask in disbelief.
"No. God, no. While I'd have no qualms killing you…" His voice falters, wavering uncertainly as he speaks of killing. "Elya's been nothing but good to me."
"Then why do this at all?" you ask. "If you love Elya, then why would fuckin' give her to the enemy? Rade will kill her… or worse. You know that, right?"
Vedran hesitates, then replies, "Her blood's on your hands, not mine."
"How the fuck does that make any sense?" you ask, looking up at him with bewilderment.
"Shut up!" he replies and raises his hand to strike. But before he can, a second soldier peeks his head in from the entrance. "Sire! Lookouts say we's got a pair of riders from the north!"
You curse under your breath. Your troops are in the south. Northern riders could only mean…
"Rade," Vedran says to himself. He glances back down to you. "It seems as if our time here together is at an end." He smirks. "It's been wonderful, hasn't it, brother?"