A Brother's Hope Options

[Lord Veneficus]

This is my newest fan-fic. It is a side-project and The Vampire Prince will still be worked on as well. I know the first chapter’s short, as are all of my others I hope you enjoy it.

A Brother’s Hope

A dim candle lit up the corner of a room. A man sat hunched over stacks of ancient books and rows of dusty, brittle scrolls. He was writing as though he had all the time in the world. He was a tall and lanky Breton, wearing a bright red, long-sleeved undershirt and a black sleeveless tunic embroidered with golden runes along the hems on his lean torso; along with a boar hide belt looped around the man’s waist. A pair of brown leather boots adorned his feet and black trousers tightened around his waist.

This man went by name of Leon Broderick. He was an attractive young man of twenty nine years old; his eyes were the brightest sapphire blue and carried a strange tinge of jade green within them. When he barely even glanced at you, you would feel as though he were staring through your soul.

Dear Brother,

I’ve heard about you and Marietta. I think it is great you are getting married, even though you are the last person I would imagine getting married. I hear she is quite the pretty one. Is what I’m hearing true? I hope so.

My apprentice has given me my letter of invite to the wedding. I will be there, brother, don’t you worry.

I have gotten you a grand gift made by myself. I’m not going to tell you, of course; I don’t want to ruin the surprise.

May your marriage be blessed by Dibella herself.

Your loving brother,

Leon Broderick


Leon put his quill down and rubbed his heavy lids, while folding the letter and sealing it with the family seal. After the wax dried, he glanced over to his door and shouted to his apprentice, “Castus! Come get this letter and give it to the messenger.”

A small Imperial boy scuttled into the dark room, his face shrouded in darkness. “Yes, master,” He answered, taking the letter and tucking it in his tunic. Castus then rushed from the room, a small click resounding from the closing wooden door.

Leon stood from his fine mahogany desk and blew the flame out of his candle, enclosing the room in an envelope of blackness. He sighed gently and laid down in his bed. Leon slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Castus handed the sealed letter to the messenger at door, “Master said to deliver this to Casamir Broderick; he lives in the Imperial City, in his manor there. Get it there as soon as you can.”

Castus Brolus was a young Imperial boy of thirteen years old, the customary age for young men to become apprentices. His hair was cut neatly across his brow and it was a rich blonde color. His eyes were deep chocolate brown, specked with lighter brown in some places. He wore the same clothing as his master, though his undershirt was blue, the sleeveless tunic was a crimson red and his pants and shoes were black.

The boy went to his room and went to bed, eager to begin his training the next day.