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“He’s a bastard, full of fury and all the failings of his line. You’re lucky I separated the two of you when I did, before it was too late.”
Alex kept his eyes on his father, hands in the hilt of his sword. His father was wrong, he was always wrong. Michael was the best of all of them, the one who cared so much and tried to hide it. He took a step to the left, in an attempt to trick his father. It didn’t work.
“He’s a good man,” Alex said as he blocked his father’s blow, side stepping out of range again. “He’s a good man, a good knight, better than any of us. And it was too late father.” He laughed at his father’s incredulous face. “You didn’t separate us in time at all.” He laughed again. “Where do you think I spent last night?” His father’s rage was not enough to quiet his laughter.
He twirled out of his father’s way and sliced his arm while doing so. A superficial wound, but a still a wound.
“’Ours is the Fury’, father.”
Another voice broke through.
“Didn’t know you officially joined my house darling,” Michael said as he withdrew his sword from another soldier’s stomach. “I wish I had known, I have a cloak for you and everything.”

A Westeros AU in three parts: the beginning, a rebellion, and after.