Exile

Alfred sat back down before stating, “Due to your nature of legitimacy and the fact you now are second in line to my throne I sentence you to Exile over the Scottish Borders!” “Exile?! I won the fucking throne!” “I know brother and that’s why I won’t kill you!” “I did nothing wrong!!” “No but with a claim you are a threat to me!” Olaf looked over to his son before begging, “Please not this! Give him a house somewhere?!” “Where he could eventually raise support or have support raised in his name? I can’t afford it!” “But he’s your brother. A man who did everything we could ask of him and more!” “I will make his life comfortable; you have my word!” Olaf tried to argue again but hearing the dejected response of Arthur as he began to walk away, “Don’t bother; you got what you wanted!” he saw the guards come to escort him away where he pushed them away and spoke, “Don’t worry... I’m coming and father...” “Arthur... I... I will work something out for you, find you a house or a loyal clang!” “I don’t want to hear from any of you again!” before pulling his hood spoke, “I’m sorry I helped!”

“That’s your fucking brother Alfred!” “I have to protect myself and a future dynasty!” “He is part of a dynasty, our dynasty!” “Never mind that, we have work to do and I will ensure he has a comfortable life as a thank you; parties, books, monuments, Whores, wine, guards everything!” “It’s not fair!” Olaf snapped Alfred being “over” with this conversation looked over to Brienne and spoke, “Your loyalty to my brother will be rewarded, you will be our personal bodyguard and the captain of our guards!” Brienne looking disgusted at him spat, “No!” she tore at the chest plate that was decorated in the families Coat of Arms and chucking it to the floor snapped, “After what you just did go fuck yourself and I hope you all die in your own shit. How could you? Arthur never wanted nothing and when you needed his help he was there! He treated us right to when you abused our help he would reimburse us or stand up for us guards” she spat at the armour before turning around snapped, “I’m going home! Guards?” Alfred watched as the guards in unison tore at their plates and chucking them to the floor marched out leaving the king defenceless, “I hope you know what you’re doing son, because we have just lost 4,000 men!”

As the years passed and Alfreds rule was plagued by droughts, civil war and rebellions from other nobles and his council. What he needed was his father’s guidance but he spent most of his time trying to locate his son or at least apologise for the families actions; he sent messages, letters begging for a presence or at least a message back but the messages back were much like his final words to the family which was “Don’t contact me” and the gifts sent to him were either returned or given to the people and despite being busy Alfred in his annoyance due to his fathers distraction would ask if they knew how his brother was or would sent scouts to locate him with gifts if needed; however times had changed; twenty years had passed since that event had happened and the “correspondence” had ceased, it had been quiet for the last eight years and Alfred has tried to constantly ban or block Olaf from searching for his other son.