happiness

He leaned against the windowsill, looking out towards the city below. The cool breeze chilled his arms while he gripped the stone railing, contemplating what he had done earlier that morning. He had expected her to come by or at least say something to him about what he had done, but there he was alone like he had been every day since the Northern Prince’s arrival.

There came a knock on the door as his heart fluttered in hopes of seeing the woman appear. As it opened, and his God-brother walked in, all his excitement faded away back to the solemn numbness he had been feeling. The large man lumbered over, kicking the pile of clothes that littered the middle of the bedroom floor before settling on the edge of Revris’s bed. He said nothing, all the large man did was sit in silence and stare.

“What?” Revris growled, watching his God-brother roll his eyes and sigh. What did he do to deserve that reaction.

“If yah think yar actions this mornin’ impressed ‘er, yah’re more of an idiot than I thought.” Gornard grumbled, picking something out of his teeth before leaning back on the bed. “I just came from ‘er room. She ain’t happy wit’ yah.”

“Well… this is my fault. She’ll be happy once I go through with it. Her happiness is all that’s important to me right now.” Revris spat, turning his back to his God-brother.

“Yah’re willin’ to sacrifice yar happiness for her happiness?” Gornard stood, making his way to stand beside the man near the railing. He watched Revris’s shoulder sink, before hearing him chuckle.

“When you say it like that, it does sound silly…” He sighed, pressing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.

“Have yah thought that yar happiness is what makes her happy?” Gornard noticed the man look up with knotted brows. It appeared that thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Revris was searching Gornard’s face, as if to try and find the seriousness in the answer.

“Well… hell… I didn’t think of that…”