— Hundred and Twenty Years Ago —
"You are quite a mess. You cannot even dress yourself properly," Lucian muttered as he fastened the last button of his fitted coat, and adjusted his high waisted trousers.
Nikolas rolled his eyes. "I am perfectly capable. You simply refuse to allow me. You must stop treating me though I was a child."
"Perharps if you refrained from behaving like one, I would not have to. I am forever left looking after you."
"I never asked you to!"
Lucian scoffed. "You hardly need to. I am the elder brother for a reason."
Nikolas grunted. "Older by a single minute. Get over it, for heaven's sake."
Lucian flicked his fingers against Nikolas's forehead, earning a hiss. He crouched down to dust his polished shoes. "Are you sure you ought not postpone this?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Nikolas glanced down at him.
