You Should Be Queen

She received word that Adaria had arrived, and thanked the servant that delivered that news. And she came to stand, in the doorway of the tea room she'd claimed for herself. Byron didn't care what rooms she liked, as long as she was discreet with whatever she was doing in them.

Baby Sister. You've grown up, she mused, as the younger girl came into her view. Y'know, you look more like Mom, than Dad, with every passing day. Her voice was quiet, as she said the statement. It wasn't meant as a compliment; but rather... to express a sadness. Her sister's hair was not as wild as their mothers', her skin not as dark, but it was easy to tell that Adaria was born of Eularia and Francesco just by looking at her.

And some part of Franziska envied that. Come, I expect you to catch me up.