
Why wouldn’t his father talk to him today? This was honestly the last straw. Brandyn was already half way through packing his bag, when his minder, a short security guard poked his head through the door. “Master Brandyn….your father is wanting your presence at the evening meal. He wishes to have the entirely family present.”
”Fine…whatever,” Brandyn mumbled. His father was so preoccupied with serving the Queen, spending what time he could with matriarch of the family and doing whatever Glitterstim demanded of him, that Brandyn was long passed starved for attention.
“He loves you…you know?”
”Did anyone ask you to interfere?” Brandyn said with a snap.
The older man, long in the families service, looked like he had taken Brandyn’s reaction personally, and gave a quick nod before departing from the door way.
Brandyn felt instant guilt for his words, but he would not have to face the music for them. No. He stuffed another shirt into his unmarked duffle bag, along with a small staff of credits and as many travel guides as he could fit on his data pad.
He would never have to answer to anyone in this house again. Because tonight…was the night that Brandyn Sal-Soren was leaving home.



Let me know if you want to jump in.
This will be Brandyn’s only post in this thread, potentially. The remainder of the thread will be a big announcement at dinner, and then the fall out of what just took place in this post.
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