They went to the training grounds.
Sparred like they had when they were children. Nicholas going easy on Sebastian, Lucian fighting with barely controlled fury, all three of them moving through familiar patterns that had been burned into their muscles over decades.
It felt good. Felt normal. Felt like the thousand other times they had done this.
Except it was the last time.
The last time Nicholas would spar with his brothers.
The last time they would move together like this.
The last time they would be three instead of two.
After an hour, they stopped.
Sat on the ground breathing hard.
"Remember when we were kids," Sebastian said quietly. "And we thought we were invincible? Thought nothing could hurt us as long as we stuck together?"
"I remember," Nicholas said.
"We were stupid," Lucian said bitterly.
