When Isaac removed his helm at last, the crowd gasped, and ‘Camden’ stumbled, tripping and falling on his ass, sword spinning from his hand. “I’m who I say I am! Who are you, pretending to be my little brother?”
The Princess swayed in her box, a roaring filling her ears unrelated to any external sound as the Azure Knight revealed himself at last to be Sir Isaac Lahey.
He ignored the crowd as his eyes focused on his ‘older brother’, doubt momentarily flickering in his eyes before he then furiously shook his head. “I’m not pretending, it’s you who is pretending! I know that my brother is dead — we held a funeral for him!”
He didn’t care that his voice was wavering tellingly, that it was carrying across the crowds, for he kept his sword outstretched once more, believing this to be nothing more than a cruel ploy to distract him, and he would be voicing his opinions over this once it was over.
“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.