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Sam stared out the window. He understood his father’s concerns, and marriage was typically the best way to smooth things out politically, but... He picked restlessly at his ruffled cuffs. Why did it have to be Lady Eleanore?
Sam looked to the sky, crystalline tears on his cheeks mimicking the stars spread above him in that violet expanse. His father would tell him to be a man, but Sam failed at that. Would always fail to be the kind of man Lord John Winchester wanted. He was just too soft, too sensitive.
Take this, for example. There were two reasons he didn’t want Lady Eleanore, and both were absolutely selfish. The first, was that his brother had been courting Lady Eleanore, as much as children court, before he went away to become a knight. The second... That one Sam held close to his heart. That one he didn’t allow his mind to whisper, for fear his father would somehow hear and punish him. Sam had a kind of... hero worship for Dean, a... oh, who was he kidding?
Sam was head over heels in love with an older brother who must, by virtue of his station, be interested in different things, and not one of those would be the scholarly, pale little brother he left behind. Sam raised a hand and wiped his tears with a snort. You’re much too old to be thinking like this. The marriage needed to happen for political reasons. Dean wasn’t coming back in time anyway.