455 Only Blood Binds Us(Part One)
***CONTENT WARNING: LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE***
Tidas stared at his oldest brother with hard eyes, letting him know that he wasnât going to take no for an answer. Marco sighed in understanding, then motioned for Tidas to follow him. As they went down the short hallway leading to his study, both men gritted their teeth in anticipation of their discussion..
Marco opened the door to his office, then nodded his head for Tidas to go in first. He hesitated for a moment, then strode inside like he had a purpose. Shaking his head slightly, Marco stepped inside, nodded to Sheri to stay out, then closed the door.
It hadnât been long since Tidas was last in his brotherâs office, and hardly anything had changed. The parts of the walls that were visible and the ceiling were a deep red color, and lined in bright gold trim. The floor was mostly pristine black marble, making Tidas wonder how the servants managed to keep it looking so nice.
The furniture was sparse, but comfortable. Marcoâs desk sat in the middle of the room with three padded chairs in front of it. The desk, tables, and chairs were all black like the floor. As well as a large carpet under the desk and spare chairs. There were also two identical black couches with a long coffee table on one side of the room, and tall bookshelves on the other.
Massive covered windows lined the outer wall above the bookshelves, across from several portraits. Paintings of his children with straight faces were in the center of the wall, with equally-sized ones of their parents on either side. Tidas never understood why he had them done separately instead of having a family portrait done, but it wasnât any of his business.
On the wall with the door, pictures of the rest of the family hung in no particular order. It was no surprise to see Magnus, Marie, himself, and Lawrence up there. But Tidas had instantly felt his blood start to boil when he saw a large portrait of Skye..
It was the same size as his family ones on the other wall, and itâs frame matched Marcoâs. The painting itself wasnât the same as the one Magnus had commissioned to add to the family records, which sent Tidas over the edge. As he turned towards his brother while pointing at it, he said; âWhat the fuck is this?!â
Marco looked at the painting, then at his youngest brother with a blank expression; âUmm.. Itâs called a portrait.â
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Tidas narrowed his eyes; âDonât play stupid with me, Marco. Why is Skyeâs different?!â
âWhat about it? I didnât like the one Father had commissioned, so I had my personal artist depict her properly,â he replied like his reasoning was logical.
âWhy would you?! Why does it even matter to you?! Sheâs My Wife!â Tidas yelled with clear anger.
Marco sighed out of exasperation; âYou really need to check that possessive streak of yours, little brother. I highly doubt that Skye will tolerate it. Besides: donât you think that youâre overreacting? Itâs just a painting..â
Tidas glared at his brother; âYou really donât see Anything wrong with this?! With the rumors and obvious bulshit floating around about you two: donât you think this is like throwing gas onto a fire?!â
Marco shrugged; âHow so? I have portraits of most of my family up. The only one missing is my Motherâs, but I gave that to my children.â
Tidas visibly softened a little, taken off guard by a seemingly sentimental statement; âHow are they? Will they return to watch the Mage Trials?â
Marco scoffed, but kept his face placid as he replied; âNo, they will remain in the countryside. Neither has any magic, so thereâs no point.â
As an incredulous expression overtook Tidas features, he snapped; âHow about to spend some time with your children?! You and Karena Barely ever see them! And itâs far past time that they become involved in the kingdomâs politics. Unless you plan to name another heir?â
Tidas was being sarcastic, and didnât catch the smirk on his brotherâs face as he sat down in a chair in front of his desk. He was trying his best to keep his anger in check, but Marco was already pushing him to his limits, and they had barely spoken.. âAnd itâs only going to get worse..â
As Marco went around to sit opposite his brother, Tidas asked; âWhy donât you correct the rumors about you and Skye when you hear them? Why do you let Your people discuss it right in front of you?!â
Marco leaned back in his chair; âEavesdropping are we, little brother?â
âCut the bulshit, Marco.. What is your interest in my wife?â
Shifting in his seat, he replied; âI donât address such foolish rumors because they are, in fact: foolish. To comment on it at all only leads to more rumors, so why bother? I think not saying anything at all is helping to negate them by-â
Tidas leaned forward in his seat; âI know that you have some twisted fascination with my wife. You have ever since we were little. Did you think I didnât notice you following us around all the time? Even after we asked you to join us, and youâd turn us down?â
Marco actually looked a touch nervous as Tidas continued; âI know about your fixation with redheads, too. Why do you think your victims are so few and far between unless you go Looking for one? I know what you are, brother.. And Iâll never let you have Skye for any reason.â
Marco had felt a wave of agitation wash over him as Tidas speculated. He wasnât right, but he wasnât wrong, either. On top of it all, he was annoyed that he hadnât realized his little brother watching him so closely over the years.
Tidas had been wanting to snap at his brother about his actions ever since that day, but never did. He realized now that it was mostly Marcoâs magic affecting his choice, but a tiny bit was because he was afraid of him.. As his voice grew louder, Tidas couldnât remember why he had been scared of Marco in the first place..
âDo you remember the maid that used to play with Skye and I? The redheaded lass named Rachel?! I know what you did to her back then. I was too afraid to tell Father about how you beat her, but I havenât looked away from your actions since. Iâll never let you hurt another like her again.â
Tidas stared at his brother with an almost triumphant expression, which made Marco want to laugh even more. As he let a demonâs smile slide, the future king said; âWell, youâve done a piss-poor job at it, little brother..â
The shock that covered Tidasâ face was too good to Marco, and he burst out in laughter; shocking his brother even further. As his expression grew almost dire, Marco found himself in a loop. The outrage combined with his sad puppy face was too much, and it took several minutes before he could speak again..
âDonât worry so much, brother. My tastes have changed over the years, and blood makes a mess. If you can get a woman moaning loud enough, itâs almost the same..â
The look that flashed through Marcoâs eyes as heâd spoken made Tidasâ stomach drop. He was about to tear into him, but Marco continued; âAs the future King, I canât have women running around claiming that I abused them. Everything is consensual-â
âIs it?! With ALL the women that youâve slept with?! Or did they just Think that it was consensual?â Tidas took in a deep breath before he added; âI know that your powers are back.â
In an instant: Marco lost all joviality, and locked eyes with Tidas. They stared at each other like they were in a silent war for a few minutes, then Marco broke the trance by saying; âProof?â
âDoesnât matter. I Know that you-â
âOh, my simple, narrow-headed little brother,â Marco stood up as he spoke; âKnowing means nothing unless you can prove to Father that what youâre saying is true, and that will never happen.â
âHow do you know that I donât have any proof?â Tidas asked as he stood up as well.
Marco smirked; âBecause if you did, youâd be holding a meeting with Father instead of me right now. And I know for a fact that the Only proof you couldâve gotten your hands on was returned to me by your lovely wife..â
Tidas could easily tell that Marco was irked. He barely ever showed emotion unless he was frazzled, so he had assumed that his brother was off kilter. It didnât help any that Marco knew how to push his buttons, but Tidas had prepared for that..
Using a minuscule amount of his Shaman magic, he released a little serotonin. He would only be able to do it once or twice, just in case Marco could sense magic. But it should be enough to get out the few questions he had before he lost his temper.
Before he even felt the effects, Tidas replied; âMY wife is lovely, thank you.. Howâs Karena doing, by the way? She must be worried about her brother. Werenât You just in Meccano last summer?â
Marco went back to his usual poker face as he replied; âLast year, yes. We didnât travel there this year since Karena was supposed to be helping with Lawrenceâs wedding. Why do you ask?â
Tidas shrugged; âI just find the timing of everything to be a bit...suspicious. Did you notice anything that mightâve indicated that they were going to betray Alcon?â
âIf I had, do you think that I wouldâve kept it to myself?â Marco replied.
âI donât know.. Depends on if you were the one to order Karenaâs brother to make the pact or not..â
Marco grinned broadly at him; âYou have a wild imagination, little brother.. And how was the homecoming for the Last Warrick? Epic, I suspect.â
Tidas gave himself another dose of serotonin as he replied; âWell, Iâm sure that you already know. Skye and I didnât kill your spies until after they had reported back to you, right?â
Marcoâs grin stretched to creepy proportions; âTidas.. I was getting reports your entire way back to Alcon. Thatâs what you were fishing for, correct? To see if I still had any spies left in your ranks? Oh, little brother.. I have eyes everywhere.â
âI figured as much, but I wanted to confirm. Thanks for that,â Tidas replied with a smile.
For the first time in a long time: Marco felt real anger. Enough to break his own rule about always keeping a level head. As he walked towards the portraits around the door, Marco smirked to himself..
âNot a problem.. By the way, what do you think of my painting? I had to describe her to him from memory, you know. So I wasnât sure about all of her measurements. Just the ones that Iâm familiar with..â
Tidas walked over to Marco with clenched fists as he practically barked; âThe fuck do you mean by that?!â
Marco shrugged; âWell, I have carried her in my arms before. Iâm sure Lawrence told you all about it. She was drunk, and I was..helping her to her quarters. Hard to forget caring someone as beautiful as her in your arms. She was as light as a leaf.. You two must have fun together.â
Seeing his brotherâs fury peaking, Marco grinned mischievously as he pushed him a bit further; âYou know: in the bedroom? I can only imagine it.. And I do often.â
As Tidas started to shake from his contained emotions, Marcoâs grin turned demonic; âYou knew why I pick redheads.. Itâs so I can-â
Before he could say another disgusting word: Tidas punched Marco in his face...