Chapter 689: Brother(2)
Of all the possible figures Arnold could have imagined behind that tent flap, he would never have thought to find him.
His younger brother.
The sight of him struck with the same cold weight as a blow to the gut, yet Arnold found himself rooted.
They hadn’t seen one another in nearly three months.
Three months since the capital had fallen into silence.
Three months since the world had cracked open beneath their family name.
And now, here he was, sitting there as if nothing had happened .
No cloak of exile on his shoulders. No desperation in his posture. Just... calm. Almost regal.
It was infuriating really, while they were knee-deep in shit , it looked like Thalien was having the time of his life.
However,what struck Arnold most wasn’t that his brother looked different. He didn’t, not in the face, not in the posture. His frame was still lean with his youthful mischief. His hair was still combed in that careless way he used to insist was stylish, the scar above his eyebrow still faint from that fall on the garden stairs when they were boys.
But what had changed, what unsettled Arnold, was the expression in his eyes.
Once, those eyes had carried a practiced levity.