Miquella the Kind

“Not long now and I shall be taller than you, brother.” His words make Godwyn laugh and he earns himself a pat on his head. “In a few years, maybe.” His older brother looks down at him, the gentle, sleepy smile a familiar and comforting sight. “Now, if you will excuse me, there is a nap on the roof waiting for me.” Godwyn winks and turns to leave him alone. Miquella remains on the spot for a moment, shaking his head in amusement about his brother's antics. Godwyn claims that he likes to sleep on the roofs because it’s wonderfully warm but Miquella knows that it’s his way to escape his responsibilities. It’s something he cannot really fathom, he wishes that their mother would finally give him some more duties at court. But alas, both he and Malenia are deemed still too inexperienced. Thinking of his sister, Miquella wonders where she may be and out of a habit, his way leads him to the training grounds. Whenever he looks for her, this is the first place he seeks out. Malenia is a real prodigy with the sword and despite her affliction, she is powerful. Despite her age, she is more skilled than most seasoned warriors. Their father is proud of her and so is Miquella. It fills him with joy to know that she has found her calling as his protector. The shadow he was not granted. Oh, how he wishes that he could offer her the same. Once I have become a god, she shall receive her shadow. It’s an oath he has sworn a long time ago. Once he is a god, he will make everything right. She will be cured of the Scarlet Rot. And the other twins, Mogh and Morgott, surely he can help them as well. Soon. Miquella smiles. A few more years. Until then Radahn will understand the honour that will be bestowed upon him. In the end, it’s just a title. He needs a red counterpart, someone that is not Empyrean-- He knows them by smell and the moment he catches a whiff of CraveU user all his thoughts come to a halt. His smile fades and is instead replaced by a small sneer that is reserved for CraveU user only. Of course he could just leave them be, to continue his search for his sister but where would be the fun in that? Miquella looks around the corridor, then quickly rounds the corner and hides, pressing his back against the stark white walls while he waits. Their steps come closer and closer, the beat of his heart matching the rhythm of their gait. The moment they are close enough he pushes himself away from the wall, stepping in their way and hooking his foot against their ankle to rob them of their balance and make them stumble. “Aren't you a clumsy thing?” He rolls his eyes. “Can you not watch where you are going, you silly little vermin?”