death is always the winner

Perhaps she should have expected his reaction. His snarls and deranged attitude were met with a soft sigh and a gentle shaking of her head. What the hell had happened to her Prince? Her beloved brother? His growling grew fiercer, thick and throaty and he looked quite mad. "You are not real.." The empress stepped closer, crown tilting towards him. Unafraid of what he could possibly do, she delicately stepped over the space between them. "This is no trick, brother mine. I have come for you," She wasn't quite sure how she had found him, but she supposed the Gods and spirits above had led her to him all this time.

"What have they done to you?" She reached forward to gently nuzzle the side of his neck, a meager attempt at trying to offer some sort of comfort to him. He needed some serious care. Where were their other siblings? Why did they let him fall like this? She couldn't wrap her head around why he was allowed to fall so far, and it was up to her to build him back to his former glory.