Voyeurism, it became a daily ritual that Mikhail somehow fell into. It was so easy given that there were cameras for those too lazy to spy in person.
And who did Mikhail choose to spy on? Why, none other than his brother, of course.
Every morning, Rafe tried his damnedest to escape For'us. Most of the time, he went into the woods looking for a way out. Some days, he went poking in the basements of the buildings. No grate or maintenance tunnel went unsearched. The man was quite thorough. He also failed quite miserably. Every evening, Rafe returned to his dark tower, expression closed, lips tight. It must burn to be so soundly thwarted.
Leaving wasn't an option. The city wouldn't allow it.
Watching from the comfort of his couch, usually with a bowl of snacks, Mikhail could almost feel sorry for his brother and all the others trying to get to that castle in the mountains way up high. It was almost comical.