Obey him of course...

Going down to the castle stables, you pick out your favorite old gelding. Saddling him up you ride out to look for your older brother and his party, intent on doing just as your sire had asked you. Slowly you ride through the small town that surrounds the castle, pausing here and there to asked people you know if they had seen your brother riding out. However as is often the case, you find yourself getting diverted first by your common born friends into your favorite tavern. Where your talked into making a delivery, hauling a cart load of beer barrels to the local Centaur nomadic camp in the hills. Generally the Centaurs were a flighty bunch, but you had made friends with them as a boy. So they allowed you in their nomadic camp, if you could call it that... it was more a chaotic cluster of tents around a large hill. Once you delivered the beer, you were asked to stay for a little party. You really had planned to only stay a short while, but with the drinking, singing and games it was nightfall by the time you left your Centaur friends.

Slowly you ride back to the castle, knowing that your brother would be there by now. Sure enough you find him having a after dinner brandy with your father, the two of them talking over Anton's wedding plans. You are plainly flush and a little intoxicated as you join them, your father glancing over at you with mild displeasure on his face. You don't ask for a brandy, since you have drank more that your fill of beer and ale earlier. After a few more moments, your father excuses himself going up stairs. Leaving you and Anton sitting by the fire, your older brother still sipping slowly from his sniffer. "I understand Anna and her parents will be arriving in a few days." You observed as your brother looks over at you, smiling faintly as he looks into your eyes. You get the creepy feeling that he's peering straight into your mind, you hope not because the drinks have lowered your inhibitions.

"Yes they will be here at the end of the week." Anton answers blandly, which was a little odd because his face use to light up as he spoke about the Lady Anna.

"Bet you can't wait to see her... hold her hand... look into her eyes." You ramble drunkenly, as Anton sits starring at you with that unnerving look. "Touch her breasts again... you were very impressed with them as I recall." You snicker having over heard Anton speaking with one of his friends, about the things he had managed to get Anna to allow him.

"Yes she has very nice breasts." Anton agreed in that bland dispassionate manner he had began affecting lately, as he grins at your in a wicked manner. "But you don't care for breasts... you would rather service farm boys or fondle the hefty dangling fruit of Centaurs." That leaves to sputtering in shock, looking wild eyed as Anton turns back starring into the fire. How could he know about you touching your Centaurs between the legs, getting up under those furry belly taking those huge organs into your mouth. "Father is so very disappointed in you. Word spreads you know... small towns of peasants talk much more than you would believe."

"I... I... don't know what... what your talking about." You stammer, wondering if your father had ask Anton to keep a watch on you the way he'd asked you to watch your brother. That statement making your brother chuckle, as he finishes the last of his brandy. Sitting the empty glass aside, he stands up flashing you a faint grin as he walks past you.

"Lies... are only believable, when there is a grain of truth in them." Your older brother snorts, clapping you on the shoulder as he walks past you.