You Should Be Queen

A sad smile, that mirrored her sister's sadness, crossed her lips. Mmm, two inches changes a lot, Lil' Bit. Another year older, she reached out to tug her sister's hair.

Franziska snorted, derisively. That man is insufferable. I much prefer the maids. It wasn't a secret to her family, that Fran was miserable stuck in this country where customs were boring and stuffy. There was none of that Antivan eccentricities that she had grown up with...

She'd shrug, But all-in-all, my old man's fine. Some part of her cared for the fool of a king, even if she wasn't ready to admit that she still cared about him. And you made the impression he deserved, honestly. She rolled her eyes, taking a seat.

They didn't sit dainty, instead seated themselves against a corner of the couch, ankles crossed and taking up as much space as they were able. He does not grasp... how culturally different I am from him. Well, he thinks I murder people just because I can... Her lips pulled into a wry grin. Think he'd hate to know my body count, though. She didn't mean her sexual partner count, either.

How're things back home?

@Adaria Campana