She's late. Tardiness isn't acceptable, I had explained to her multiple times. She can't get anything through that thick head. I checked my wrist watch. Five minutes late. We had waited long enough, Mother and Father don't have that much patience. They were deep in conversation, Mother kept glaring at me. Lydia tried to talk to me through facial expressions, I think she wanted me to go check on Annabelle. Not my problem, I thought.
I sent a butler to call her down but even he had kept us waiting.
"Your Highness, the princess says that she has an upset stomach. She sends her regrets," the butler said to me. I turned to father and Mother.
"We'll just have to eat without her, then," Father exhaled.
Through the meal, Lydia and Keegan kept glaring at me with widened eyes. I fought the urge to tell them to stop, stop acting like it's my fault.
"You could at least check on her," Lydia whispered as we left the Dining Hall.
"I have better things to do," I said, bored.
Lydia stepped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "She's your responsibility." Lydia pouted. "It would be nice of you to not keep reminding me."
"Have you even tried-"
"Yes, I have," I interrupted. "I tried just being friends with her but that's not how it works. If she's going to live here she has to follow the rules and listen to me."
"This is hard for-"
"She isn't the only one who didn't want to go through with it," I snapped.
"Is this the kind of example you want to be for your younger brother?" she asked.
"Yes, he should know how to keep his things under control," I stated and sauntered off.
I had more free time today so I spent it studying some history books and going over war strategies. Father was discussing our next attack right now. He thinks we should bomb the rebel hideout...Crimsyn State. Still learning that ridiculous name. There was a knock on the door. The butler opened it.
"Your Highness, it's your sister," he told.
"Let her in." I put down the book. Lydia's heels clicked on the marble floor, with her pink dress flowing behind her. Hair uncomfortably tight with a heavy tiara pushed into her head.
"What is it, Lydia?" I sighed.
"Your wife is spilling her guts in the bathroom and you're doing what exactly?" She crossed her arms.
"Please don't call her that." I nearly gagged. She's just a person who's here because her Constellation is valuable, nothing is special about her.
"If she cares about her health then she'll go to the hospital wing," I said.
"You should take her," she insisted.
"I have much better things to do."
"She's dizzy and nauseous," she recalled, leaning in. "Do you realize what this could mean?" Lydia's lips twitched and she pressed them.
I knitted my eyebrows. "No."
"She's been like this for a few days now," Lydia continued.
I sighed and muttered something about women, I got a punch from Lydia for saying that.
"Go to her," she demanded.
"No," I answered.
"What is wrong with you?" she huffed. "Why won't you-"
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When Stars Fall(The Last Star Trilogy #3)
Fantasy"That explains the color of the sky." I looked up. "It didn't change that much. Now it goes red from time to time." Another statement I shouldn't have said. "That's because of the shooting Stars." Lydia coughed, trying to defend her father's mistake...
