When both brothers finally left the throne hall after the judgment had been passed, the king chose to follow Drystan's advice since it had been the wiser decision.
"So what do you intend to ask father for later?" Alaric asked while turning toward his younger brother as they walked through the corridor together.
They slowed to a stop and Drystan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "I do not know…" His voice trailed off before he suddenly brightened. "Do you think he'll permit us to attend the festival? I heard it is supposed to be entertaining."
Alaric stared at him in disbelief. "That's what you want?" he asked.
Drystan nodded with a smile resting on his lips. "There is nothing better than spending time with my older brother, is there?"
Alaric looked at him for a long moment before dragging a hand down his face while Drystan frowned in confusion.
"For someone who thinks better than I do, you're thinking like an idiot right now," Alaric muttered.
