The Other Brother

As his brothers unloaded the carriage, Nicholas stared with a solemn face at the ruins of what used to be his home, his true home, where he found not just himself but a purpose for his life, a reason to live for, a family that understood and cared for him, and a lover he was willing to die for, the place was where his heart lived, until his blood brother destroyed it, the brother he wanted nothing more than to burn alive and watch as he screams in agony, the same way he burned the holy tower.

Nicholas swallowed the heavy lump in his throat as he passed the charred remains, it has been two years since the night of the raiding and two years since he came back to this place, there was nothing left to come back for except for the burned stones, crumbled walls, pain, and memories, a lot of them, and they all rushed back to him at once, swallowing him back into that swamp of bitterness while his brothers, his real brothers, the ones he chose, were busy emptying the bloodied sacks o