7. Bertrand IV (1/1)

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disclaimer: i don't own anything also the bulk of this was written at like 2am so it's probably awful and this is being posted at like 4am which is why the disclaimer is definitely awesome (edit: i meant awful! see my point) did i mention i don't own anything? good, it still works then.

he'd tried to be angry. he really had.

vlad had made it so easy, too – pushing aside bertrand's concerns, too busy with his own personal life and erin, who bertrand still wasn't sure if the chosen one was dating or not. it hadn't taken much effort to work himself up to a level of feeling unappreciated that lent itself to lashing out.

getting angry and lashing out at vlad, though, had only led to vlad being disappointed in him, and he hated the way it felt to have vlad ignore him as he skilfully negotiated treaties between everyone else in the room. bertrand had helped him, hadn't he, in the end? and he'd been loyal before. could one burst of annoyance really destroy everything?

he assured vlad that he was loyal once more, that he had acted foolishly and impulsively and that it would never happen again. he couldn't hate vlad, no matter how hard he tried. then again, he certainly couldn't continue to love him. but he did.

no matter how much it hurt.