“Blake.  Jordan.”  Magdalena spoke out sternly, standing between the two young men.  “You should not begin like this.  It does not look good.”

“Mother,…”  Blake whined, thinking, ‘Spoiled brat!  Always gets HIS way!”

“Blake.”  Magdalena wouldn’t have the whining right now.  “Your brother has a ceremony to perform and you will attend and not cause a disturbance.  This is how it is and will be.”  Blake glared at Jordan, finding that his brother was glaring at him as well.  Without another word, he turned to leave the room.