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Alistair sat bored on his throne, waiting for his brother to arrive. He soon switched position in his seat, with one hand under his chin and the other swirling around the drink in his glass. He was thinking of ways to make October love him, but all he could think of was torture.

"Brother," Onyx said, pushing the doors of the throne room open. ''What? No music for my grand entrance.'' He opened his arm as a twisted smile formed on his face.

"Onyx." Alistair greeted him bluntly, then downed the rest of what was in his glass in one big gulp.

"Is that anyway to greet your older brother? We haven't seen each other in a while. I wasn't expecting you to run in my arms, but to at least be more... welcoming," Onyx asked as he walked over to look at a painting of their parents.

"What do you want, Onyx?" Alistair asked. "Make it snappy, even though this place has nothing to offer you."

All Alistair wanted to do was go watch his bride, even from a distance. He was slowly becoming obsessed with he