Golden rays of sunshine spilled on sky-cutting mountains as white rose petals danced with the wind carried by celestial choirs. Truly the most stunning of weddings, it's a wedding some can only dream of, and one most people admire, it's to be expected of a royal wedding really, but, even with all that there is, with all this beautiful splendor , among the many guarding knights stands Brutus cannot see it clearly.
As brutus stood in formation, his view of the world was a murky blur. His vision dimmed further, and smeared the world he saw as if it was a painting yet to dry, until finally he feels a warm tear stream down his cheek, then another and another once more, because after all, the love of his life is being married off infront of his very eyes.
Julia, the princess of the new kalegorian empire, is marrying the heir of the duchy of valerond, a political marriage seen by many, but betrayal to Brutus.
Brutus and Julia grew up together since they could both remember, Brutus was Julia's assigned knight, designated to protect her by any means necessary. However, there was also another face that Brutus can remember aside from Julia's, and that is the one of Duke valerond while he coldly watched his parents being killed. All Brutus could do, was watch. Watch as all he loved was torn from him.
And yet another person was torn from him. No, not stolen, he could see clearly that this was Julia wanted, that Brutus could come to accept. However, what he couldn't understand, was why marry that man of all people, she knew of what house valerond had done to Brutus all those years ago, and yet here she is, happy as can be marrying off to the people who hurt him most.
The more he thought, the more he could feel his blood boil, seeing the two exchange vows flooded him with an endless sea of rage, and that sea boiled, and with each word that the two uttered, it boiled even more, and when their lips finally met.
The sea suddenly calmed.
The boiling ceased.
and he could feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders, one he has no clue he even had, it was at that moment where Brutus finally realized that, that weight, was the expectation brought down upon Brutus, one where his life belonged to Julia. But with her lips sealing a future he isnt in.
Brutus realized that he was no longer tied down to this place.
so as their lips parted, Brutus turned his back on the ceremony and determined to never return.
As Brutus slipped through the marble arches, and into the quiet corridors, then beyond the cathedral, he could hear the music fade behind him, slowly being replaced by the slow, steady rhythm of his steps. With each step, the hollow ache in his heart deepened, but Brutus did not yield, as before him was air that he could breath freely, and a path that he could carve himself.
His every memory, tried to pull him back, but each step snapped the anchors one by one, until the heaviest one remained, one of Julia's smile.
At that thought Brutus stopped for the first time, and looked back at the cathedral. Although he had walked a considerable amount to this point, it felt as though he was still at its doors, the tall parabolic arch, the grand spires that cast shadows impossibly far. Still loomed over Brutus, still clinging to him, still trying to pull him back, the music was gone now, all there was to hear was the wind whisper into his ear, and the doubts in his mind whether he truly had the strength leave all that he had known behind.
But he felt his hollow heart whisper a quiet truth. That there was nothing left for him In those white pristine walls. With a steadying breath, Brutus turned once more, finally letting the cathedral and his life it represented, fade behind him.