I know my close friend is fated to die a terrible death. Yet, if I change this fate, I will cause much more destruction on everyone around us. My friend knows this, accepts it with a smile, and yet.... everything inside of me screams to change the world to save them. -- Anon Guest
My lord Neptolomos Jannaeus, inheritor of the Fiscal Empire of Olikent, is doomed. I've known he was doomed since we were ten. As for me? I am -was- his whipping boy. My lord was appointed by the will of the gods to lead the profits of the next generation. He could not be punished for his misdeeds. Therefore, I must be.
Or he would have been. The seer brought in for our tenth birthday pronounced him a grim future.
"Beware the Thrice-Sworn. Continue in the way of your blood and your blood shall be spilled." Ze was executed for hir innaccuracy. Except... the seers were always accurate. My lord beat me himself for bringing such an ill fate to his feet. My fault for being born on the same day as him.
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