The Lords of Windermere

<p>What's the matter afraid he can't handle it? Fabian glanced at him. He wasn't as restless as his friend. Leaning against the trunk of the tree he folded his arms in front of him.</p><p>Demetrius shook his head. It isn't that he said pulling his sword out of the dirt. He's headstrong. Not to mention overconfident. He swung the blade a few more times. It's an unfavorable combination he added.</p><p>Does that remind you of anyone? Fabian teased.</p><p>I'll admit I was arrogant at times but I could always smell defeat. I was never quite as impulsive. Demetrius smiled sheepishly. He hadn't forgotten the times Fabian had rescued him before he met his demise. Nicholas well he thinks he's invincible. He grew serious. And Ayden's too trusting. He isn't perceptive of debauchery as his brothers. Then there's Lucian He paused and laughed with subservient pride. How righteous he is. But at times he's impetuous yet blameless. Especially when he believes it's unjust. He surprises you. </p><p>They've matured since I last saw them Fabian said with an affable chuckle. They'll be all right Demetrius. </p><p>The duke gave a feeble smile as he returned his steel to the scabbard. It was exhausting being a sentry at his age but he had to continue for the sake of his sons.</p>