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The dux shifted on the bench slightly. “I know how you feel. Every man suffers the same at the loss of a parent. Especially one as charismatic as yours. I could not function as dux for months after my father died. I mean, there wasn’t a war on, and his wasn’t assassinated, but…” He trailed off.
“My father was not perfect you understand. He let courtiers and nannies spoil my brother, turning him into a waste of space, even before his death. He didn’t see, or didn’t choose to see, the signs that his brother hated him.” Constantine turned to look at his friend. Tzimisces took a swig from the canteen and handed it back over.
“It’s hard to see an enemy in one you call brother. The love you have for him blinds you to his faults and choices. You cannot blame your father for that. But you can’t sit here and think about all the things he should have done, my emperor.” The dux said, voice rising.
“I am no ones Emperor. Not yet, at any pace.”