Hoshor Plains i've been running all my life

He paid no attention to Runion's words— did it matter, now? They both knew what he wanted, and they both knew Alarian would not give it up easily. The young Governor tried to rise from where he had fallen, but it was too late.
In the next moment, his brother was upon him. The impact knocked the breath from Ali; gasping, he threw his weight to one side, hoping to dislodge the other's grip. But Alarian had always been small— petite and fine-boned like their mother, while Runion had taken their father's build. Nausea came in waves, now— it was hopeless. He was going to die.
The end would not be quiet or dignified for Alarian. That had never been in the plan. He closed his eyes as the first sob tore itself from his chest, tense and waiting for the blow he knew would come.