What a time to be alive

It was certainly a weird thing. His baby brother on the throne. Another thing he needed to be worrying about. Since it was likely that not everyone would like Aristide on the throne, maybe some even that wanted Triumph back. Lunatics. He had served under the second was as a regular captain and although the man was a great strategist, he was not a great nor good men. But most of the time good men don’t become kings. Except for now, except for his brother. The thing that annoyed Percival the most about everything was the fact that he wasn’t even filled in. Aristide never seemed the kind of person wanting to become king, and he was almost certain that his brother still didn’t really know what had actually happened to him. Yet he wasn’t mad at his brother, why would he? The little Delacroix boy had made a name for himself. Off course he already had done that. When he became the youngest council members. But what he had done now was far more greater than anything. Things would never be the same, that was a thing Percival had to deal with. Not only where the eyes of every Navarrian citizen now pointed towards his brother, but also at him. In a lesser form yes, but still. Not that he would go behaving like some stuck up brat now. Nope, he would still remain his loud self.

With a grin on his face he walked through the castle. Headed for the throne room. Breaking his mind over everything that had happened the past few days. Not only had his little brother become king, the old king had killed of almost every council member and a bunch of guards, and then took off without even harming Aristide. Something that baffled him. Percival knew his brother was the smart one of the family, but could he really have talked himself out of getting killed? He would know soon. With a firm nod he greeted the man that guarded the door before they opened it. A strange feeling came over him when he entered the room. Almost as if he could still feel the presence of the old king. He shrugged, his armor obviously made some noise, put his mind into another place while he walked forward, eventually spotting a familiar face in the room. Yet, the boy wasn’t sitting on the throne. ‘Sup? The chair ain’t comfortable enough?’