There he sat, in front of the fire in his family's estate. It happened to be quite late in the night, and the fire provided everything he needed; light and warmth. Bryn now often found himself here, with his tankard in hand, half full with Ale. The man had always been fond of the drink, and in the recent weeks, even more so.
"I know you're fond of the drink. But I never took you for an alcoholic."
Maybe he was? Maybe he wasn't? But the drink gave him comfort in times like these, when all he found in his mind was all negatives. Much different from the person he was during the day. But an Actor can only act for so long. The Rosendahl thought of life as one big script, the world as a stage. And anyone on it; the various different actors. Governments and political parties being the stage masters, shaping and forming this script. Then, the emperor being the creator of this production.
Bryn laughed at this idea, but a frown quickly found it's way to his face. The tankard raised to his lips as he took another drink..
Secretly; he doubted his role in life. Why was he here, at this time, to live right now? He knew he didn't really belong here. And the behaviour from his cousins confused him, while one was kind and loving, the other harsh and cold-hearted. And it was the other he couldn't help but think about now, Amelia. The name plagued his mind, as well as her person. She kept mocking him about how he'll never be a man, that pursuing his acting dream made him less worthy of being called that. Day after day she mocked him for not knowing how to wield a blade, but she doesn't know his story.
His father was a great man, and an even greater solider. His skills in battle commendable, and when he died, it hit Bryn in the centre of the chest. The man, as a child, stayed clear of any weapon or mention of military. It stung to hear about them; as the boy at the time instantly linked them back to his father. Then his worries for his fiancé flooded his mind. Arryn, the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on besides his mother. One day she had talked about joining the military, at the time, Bryn was nothing but supportive of her, but he worried too much about her. And how he might lose her like he did his father.
Bryn had always been a restless man; and now was no different. He glanced over at his notebook that lay in the seat just to his right, then his gaze moved to the window to his left as the cold breeze flew in. Finally he stared into the fire, no permanent smile on his face. This consumed him, and he couldn't find a way out. At some point he ran out of Ale, so he made this last half precious, he placed it on the side, saving it.
As an Actor, he could hide so much behind a charming white smile. But now, when no one was around, he could let the act fade away. Usually; he's fine and able to maintain a smile and positive mind. But in the recent weeks, he'd fallen back on that. He was about to fall asleep till he heard Jamie call after him from below:
"Bryn! Go fetch me some more cake!"
