<b>RE: A New Fate for the Twins [Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity]</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=45597&amp;pid=1192010#pid1192010"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Mortimer Fortescu</span></a></span>​</div><br/>Mortimer could only listen as these women explained themselves; it seemed all...incredible. Too incredible to even have a chance of being believed. And yet, there was something that was letting him trust they were saying.<br/><br/>Though that all stopped when the brasher one informed him that his father was killed. That SHE was the one who killed him.<br/><br/>Dead. My father is dead.<br/><br/>That sentence resonated within his mind even as his ears went on to listen to Hikaru's other words, her touch comforting and helping to quell the newfound chaos of his mind. He was to be used as a sacrifice, and it was with that statement his father's last words made sense: About how he would usher in a new age. About how things would go back to the way they were. He suspected that his father had been dealt with, but he still loved the man. He had been Mortimer's world ever since his mother died. And to hear he was gone, even with the betrayal of the father-son bond, wounded Mortimer. Worse than having his torso ripped open.<br/><br/>He still couldn't really wrap his mind around them being unable to leave; even Miss Sutton, stubborn and loyal as she was, would leave if matters were urgent enough. And this 'rebalancing the world'....Well, surely they could still leave him behind, couldn't they? If they were children of the gods, as the fiercer one put it...Why would they need him?<br/><br/>But even still, he did not speak, his mind trying to process everything that was said; how could he possibly be of any use to rebalance the world? He was still trying to learn the silk and tea trading business his father owned. And another thought came to his mind at that, making his eyes widen in realization: He was now Lord of House Fortescu. With his father's death, he was the new head of the household. Everything his father owned was now his. He would be responsible for the serfs that worked his father's lands, run the manorial courts, and have to take the Oath of Fealty to the King under his new title of Lord Fortescu. And of course, try to explain to the staff that his father was dead. It was still something he needed to investigate himself; but what would he say? Could he even bring himself to go back into...wherever it was that they had done that accursed ritual?<br/><br/>And after a while he sat up straighter, his muscles stiff from extended bedrest, and spoke again"M'lady, I'm sorry...But I do not understand why you need me. If you have been put away for so long, are you not free now? There is nothing binding me to you is there? You said that my father wanted to bind you through me, but with him gone...Does that not liberate you?" One might think it odd that he would hold serfs under contract to provide monies or material goods to pay for their tenure to till the fields if he were going to talk like that. But that was filial business, one that he would need to attend to. As well as their 'binding' would be far more permanent than that of serfdom.<br/><br/>Of course, he still did not fully realize the significance of the mark upon his chest, for it was in fact a tether that held the Twins anchored in this plane of reality.