Reinelle: Protector of Helios

The beginnings after the end: Part 2

It's been two days since I've been 'accepted' as the new princess of the Svalinn dukedom, although I've been treated rather indifferently.

The meals I've been given have only been good enough for commoners. I haven't been assigned a personal maid, and I'm yet to receive any greetings from my new family.

'Does this mean I'll be abandoned if I don't make an impression somehow?'

I took in the view of the luxurious bedchambers I was given. The things me and my sister were never wealthy enough to afford, this comfy bed, and clothes that probably cost more than five times what my sister made at the bakery.

"I don't want to lose these things"

I then rang the bell atop the bed multiple times, even though I've tried this several times before, it wouldn't hurt to try again.

"Of course they wouldn't come to their temporary master.."

Is it wrong to want to curse these people, it's not as though they're in the wrong to not waste their time on this 'fake master'.

I'm dressed head to toe in white sleeping garments, and my hair that held the shiny color of chestnuts now seems as dirty as a copper coin, I'm sure my brother will think I'm a beggar. Not like he's that emotional of a person to care, or so the rumors say.

***

The sounds of clinks, clanks, and thrusts of weaponry. This is the training hall, a place my brother spends most his time, wielding the spear. Something I found out by spying on the maids for the past two days.

'I'll just hide behind these pillars for today. Before I talk to him, I'll see what he's actually like-'

Impatiently someone's cold hands lifted me like luggage, causing me to momentarily flail around before hearing their voice.

"And who's this? Brother Royce, look what I've found!"

This rowdy boy sprint over to Royce, not letting me having a chance of escape. By the time I calmed down a bit I was dazzled by the closed up view of Brother Royce. How can a boy be so pretty? And when I get a close look both of them look extremely similar.

Both boys have similar appearances. Tan skin, fire-like red hair with paper straight texture to match, unlike the curly texture of my hair. Although surprisingly they have the same raspberry purple eyes I do.

"Raymond, put it back where it came from"

Royce planted the spear to the ground, proceeding to glare at Raymond.

"How come you didn't notice it?"

Raymond ignored Royce's request, smirking at what he believes a clever taunt at his brother, in a carefree manner.

Although, who cares about how crazily happy he is in the front of death. I am not an "it"!