"Sister, what do you think?" a young teenager asked an older and more mature woman. They were both in a beautifully decorated room, filled with warmth and elegance.
"The fight for the throne has gotten more intense. Before, Vaelen was Theron's only opponent... but now Darius is coming back," the older woman replied with a smile.
Yes, these two were Seraphina and Lyssandra.
"Yeah... I hope my brothers don't end up killing each other," Lyssandra said sadly.
"I hope so too... but honestly, we have no say in this," Seraphina replied, gently patting her little sister's head.
"Okay," Lyssandra murmured, pouting slightly. Then she asked:
"What about Caius?" Just as she spoke his name, a sudden pressure clamped down on her head.
"Ouch, ouch! Sister!" Lyssandra yelped until Seraphina finally let go.
"Don't talk about him, okay? He's just a bastard," Seraphina said with clear disgust.
"Well, I agree... but he's still our brother and—ouch! SISTER!!!" Lyssandra groaned in pain.
