A Princess Named Harry: Book 2

Chapter 8

Harry sat on the cold hard ground; the twins had pinned her down.

"We got you!" said the girl.

"We got you!" repeated the boy.

Harry stared between the two of them. They looked strikingly similar to Kahil and Kaitlyn. The only difference was that the boy had messy hair contrary to Kahil's perfectly straight hair, and the girl had the straightest hair. It just barely passed her shoulders, unlike Kaitlyn's long and wavy hair. They had the same emerald green eyes as everyone in the Cardiaire royal family. Harry was pulled back into reality by Kahil.

"Claire! Collin!" he shouted. "What are you doing?" He marched over towards them. "Get off of her!" Without another word, he yanked the twins off the ground and tossed them aside like rag dolls. "You know better than to attack someone who's training. What if Harry had been holding a real sword instead of a wooden one?"

"We know the difference," spouted Collin.

Harry was surprised by his adorably childish little kid voice. Even when he pouted, he was still cute.

Kahil lifted out his hand and helped Harry off the ground. After dusting herself off, Harry looked over at the two children. They were mumbling something to each other, completely ignoring Kahil and Harry's presence. Harry turned to Kahil and asked, "Are these children- " before she could finish her sentence, Kahil answered, "Harry," he sighed. "These are your cousins, Claire and Collin. The first prince and the second princess of Taram."

Harry bowed to the twins. "Hello, Your Royal Highnesses."

The twins shared the same confused-like look with one another before their expressions quickly turned into two menacing grins. Harry flinched and wondered what the looks meant.

"There's no need for that," spoke Claire. She also had a very childish voice.

"Just talk to us casually," replied Collin. "You're already acting that way with our sister."

Harry wanted to ask how they knew that, but she didn't think she'd get an answer even if she were to ask. She decided it was best to simply agree with the twins and resume sparring with Kahil.

"Are you ready?" she asked Kahil.

He nodded and answered, "Yeah, I'll definitely win this time!"

The twins sat and watched as Kahil and Harry sparred, occasionally whispering to each other as they stared at the two. After many rounds, Harry won the majority with Kahil having only won twice.

Eventually, the twins had grown bored of watching them spar. They had been sitting on the ground watching, and Claire made a flower crown for her brother. Collin sighed annoyedly and loudly asked, "Are you guys done yet?"

Both Kahil and Harry turned around to look at him.

"You know you don't have to watch, right?" Kahil asked.

"Well, there's nothing to do," retorted Collin. "When you're here, you usually play with us."

Kahil looked irritated as he replied, "When I'm not busy, I'll play with you." He gestured at himself and Harry. "As you can see, I'm clearly busy."

Collin laughed, "Yeah, you definitely need to train. The girl, not so much."

Kahil glared at Collin, who looked extremely proud with himself. "Let her play with us."

"Can she?" asked Claire. She looked up beaming at Harry. She plopped the crown on Collin's head. "Pretty," she remarked.

Collin didn't react to her; he was more interested in Harry. "Well, can she?" he asked.

"That's not up to me," Kahil answered. He looked at a confused Harry. "Harry, what do you want to do?"

Harry glanced between the twins and Kahil. If she wanted to she could quit sparring for the day. She had already proven she was capable enough, but she didn't really want to play with them.

Kahil sensed this and walked over to her. He whispered, "You don't have to if you don't want to. If you're worried about saying no and making them upset, they get upset all the time."

"So, if I say yes, it'll delay it, then?"

"Well, yes, but as I said, Harry, they'll get mad the moment you stop playing with them."

"But even so, if it'll help make them happy even for a little bit."

"Harry."

She turned to the twins despite Kahil's protests.

"I'll play with you two."

"Really?" gasped Claire. She tossed the fallen flower petals and extra flowers up into the air, scattering them everywhere. "Yay!"

Collin stood up and smiled at Harry. "You won't regret this," he said. His words sounded almost threatening, and somehow, Harry didn't believe him.