He strode into the room and narrowed his eyes at his brother. Liam’s face took on a resigned expression, and he sighed. Jurgen just nodded.
Then he punched his brother in the face. Liam staggered backward, landing on the rug in front of the fire. “You fucking promised.” Jurgen stared down at him. “You son of …” He pointed. “You promised.”
“I did.” Liam wiped at the blood on his face.
“Then why the fuck did Mother say whoever brought a keystone back to Darodelf first?” He shook his head. When Liam didn’t respond, Jurgen reached down, caught him by the front of the tunic, and hauled him back to his feet. “You had me bring it to Diantha…” He glared. “In. Darodelf.”
“Yes.” Liam looked down, then wiped at his face again.
“You promised.” Jurgen shook him.
“Yes, Jurgen, I did.” Liam’s head came up, and his eyes locked onto Jurgen’s. Jurgen took a startled step back as he felt a chill go down his spine. “But nothing in that promise stops me from trying everything I can to save you both.” His eyes seemed to glow. “You’re my brothers, Jurgen.”
Jurgen let his hands fall to his sides. He clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths before looking up at his brother again. “I don’t intend to stand meekly by while someone kills me. What happens?”
“Phillip waits in ambush.” Liam picked up a potion that had been sitting on the mantle and took a drink. “Rutger has no interest in killing Rien, but Phillip would rather not risk Rien complicating things if he can help it. If you don’t show for the ambush…”
“He goes after Rien instead.” Jurgen nodded. Then he squared his shoulders. “Only Rien won’t be forewarned and prepared.” He walked over, grabbed a map off the table, and shoved it into Liam’s chest. “You know where Phillip will be, so…” He saw pain in his brother’s eyes, and sighed. “And you thought of that already.”
“I walked the web a thousand times. I called upon Wendel and his knights, and Solsthriem broke apart into civil war. I hired mercenaries. I tried to handle it myself.” Liam looked away, resting his head on the mantle. His voice broke on the words. “I can’t watch you die again, Jurgen.”
“Hey…” He caught Liam’s arm, then pulled him into a hug. “What happens next isn’t your choice, Liam. Whatever Mikaere believes, you are not a god.” He felt Liam shake, and tightened his arms. “For almost thirty years, I’ve had faith in you, my brother. Have faith in me.”
“I do.” Liam nodded.
“Look out for Rien.” He patted Liam’s back, then managed a small smile. “I hate admitting this, but uh…” He shrugged. “He needs all the help he can get.”
“I have…” Liam drew back, then nodded. “I’ll make sure Jochem gets him some of the help he needs.”
“If we don’t see each other again, I…” Jurgen smiled, then patted Liam’s cheek. “I’ll be down at the water’s edge, with drinks, and we will sail upon the storm.”