“If you’re so certain of that, then kill me,” the knight pretending to be Camden said, apparently equally shaken. “I would know, I would know if you were my brother. Isaac is — he is little, still young! You cannot be him.” He pushed himself up to his elbows, exposed throat perilously near to the point of Isaac’s sword.
“You…you’re too good of an actor — tell me something that only he would know!” Isaac challenged him and fixed him with a piercing gaze, taking a step forward and sliding the hilt of his sword under the other male’s chin. “Because as far as we…as I was concerned, my brother died a long time ago.”
‘Camden’ tilted his head back under the pressure of the hilt, teeth gritted. “I taught him to swim, in the river by our home. We saved a boy from drowning, from one of the villages on our father’s land. But you would not remember that, because you are not he!”