Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

Damien's affection for Cicero was deeper than he even knew, but admitting it would mean acknowledging a weak point. He could not afford to be seen as weak, or everything he wanted in life could be in danger. He felt better by keeping his brother close, safe, and continue life making sure Cicero was always close. And still that was always a tough task.

"Is that so?" purred Cicero's weak voice, and Damien's heart pumped hard and slow. With fear. "You know it is, " he admitted, and nudged his brother's head softly as he laid down next to his brother.

The next question came out of nowhere, as everything seemed to do when it came to Cicero. A year was not much less than the time Damien had been alive, and a shit ton of unexpected things had already happened. A lot could happen in a year in Blackfeather Woods.

"How do you come up with these questions?" asked Damien instead of responding the question he'd been asked. He was curious, the dark prince wanted to try and understand the way his brother's mind worked. Could it be possible that he was truly enlightened by his namesake? Could it be possible that Cicero was touched by Sheogorath?