The Next Reign

16 Years

~7 Years Later~

~Anne~

I wake up to the sound of my brothers arguing.
Ooh by god why can't they be normal and just get along.

I get up out of bed to see everyone is already awake. I fix my bed and tidy up my area and dress myself. I head downstairs to see Rose sitting down drawing and I see the boys sword fighting through the window.

"Good morning everyone" I chirped

"Good morning Anne" they replied all

I take a seat next to Rose seeing her drawing the woods.

"Wow Rose thats magnificent work! I wish I could draw like you" I gushed

She laughs,

"Anne your just as good. Your great a telling stories and writing. I wish I could be half as good as you." She said back

"Rose, thank you but your more talented"

I wish I was that talented at drawing. Her ability to draw portraits of people in the village or the landscapes of the fields was extraordinary. All I could do was write poems and stories. What talent is that.
Really.

She turned and looked at me in the eyes
"Anne you can use writing more than a stupid drawing. You have an amazing gift of writing and tale telling. What are you gonna do with a picture oh look there's some trees. Drawing and writing aren't the same"

"Your both wrong"
Aunt Greer said as she turned to face us.

"You both a truly wrong, why do you ask. Well here I shall explain, while Anne can tell stories and write marvelous pieces of love, life and anything she puts her mind too. You Rose can also do that! You just put it in beautiful colors and images that can be saved on a canvas.
I know what your saying
(imitates Rose)
"But Aunt Greer how so, it's not true I can't do half of what Anne can do "
Well sure you may not write like Anne, Rosy Dear. but you can draw"

"That makes no sense" Rose mumbled

I chuckled I understand what Aunt Greer is saying. And I'm happy she's there for us.

Aunt Greer chuckles "Deary you didn't let me finish always jumping to conclusions like you mum"

"Hey that's not true" Aunt Kenna stated as she stopped her sweeping the floors of the tavern and put a hand on her hip.

"Kenna it is kinda true, you've done it a lot" Greer said smiling

"I don't believe so" Aunt Kenna said as she held her head up high and continued her sweeping.

"Well now, yes, Rose you can draw your story. Anne writes it but you draw it through beautiful colors. You draw the good and bad in life and that's truly something useful too!
So please love, don't discourage yourself"
Aunt great put a hand on Roses face

"You both are truly a blessing"
Aunt Greer said holding us both close in a hug

"Their both Valois, that's why" Kenna mumbled

"What did you say Mom?" Rose asked

Kenna laughed nervously "Nothing sweetie"

"No really what did aunt Kenna mean by We're Valois" I asked Aunt Greer

They stopped and looked at each other.