Sara exited her room and gave a small smile to her sister, who lightly pushed herself off the wall and made her way to her.

“You look beautiful, Princess,” said Nesha

Sara smiled, “Thank you, madam; now, shall we finally have our meal.”

Nesha gave a small sigh at her little sister's change but nodded and began to follow Sara.

It was a quiet journey to the dining room; Sara led silently with both hands over her waist, not paying any mind to her sister following behind her.

Nesha followed close behind Sara, her mind blank as she stared at her sister’s back until her sister opened and walked through the large wooden doors leading to the dining room. She could hear her parents greet Sara; the voices from the other side of the door made Nesha panic. It had been nineteen years since she had spoken to her parents like this; sure, she had seen them occasionally for various reasons, but it was only business, not something like this.

“Why did you bring that annoying pest, daughter?” Nesha could hear her father's words; all of her embarrassment vanished, replaced with pain and sadness.

“I should just go back to the guest wing and eat with the others,” she mumbled, turning to leave when she felt something tug her back to the door; Nesha glanced around, but no one was there; with a sigh, she thought it was probably her mother.

Nesha, with a deep breath, opened the doors leading into the dining room. The golden eyes of her father stared at her with disgust, still the same as ever, she thought. She saw her mother and the excitement in her brown eyes; it looked as if her mother was doing everything she could to stay seated.

“Nesha, sit beside your mother,” Nesha’s mother, Perela, waved and patted the seat next to her.

“Don’t let that thing taint Yonish’s seat, Perela,” said the man beside Perela.

Queen Perela acted like she did not hear her husband's words, still smiling at the woman standing in the doorway.

“Thank you, my Queen, but it would be better for me to sit in a position more suited for my standings,” Nesha said, making her way to a seat far from the other three.

Queen Perela, seeing her daughter act like this, deflated and then glared at her husband.

King Kyo seeing the woman acting like this, gave him a wide smile, “It seems like this one knows its place,”

Queen Perela turned her head to her husband, glaring daggers at him with her puffed cheeks. Still, the man only looked at her with a snide smile, “Do you not have things to attend to, husband,” said Queen Perela.

“Indeed… but they can wait. It is not often that I get to spend time with my daughter,” said King Kyo

Nesha heard this and glanced at her father only to see him looking at Sara, who had just started eating the food in front of her silently, “Right…” Nesha thought,

“Husband, I think that is enough; you should go.”

King Kyo looked at his wife’s burning eyes and decided that maybe it was best to see what the advisors had for him to do, “Fine, then I will be off.”

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The three ladies watched as the door closed behind him, leaving an awkward silence.

“Why don’t you eat something dear,” Queen Perela said, gazing at Nesha, “The cooks still remember your favorites if you would like I…”

“No, this is fine… I do not want to intrude more than I already am.” Nesha mumbled, staring at the empty plate.

“Intrude nonsense, you are my daughter and welcome here anytime you are free!” Queen Perela said in a demanding tone before looking at her other daughter, “Sara, is something the matter you don’t seem yourself?”

Sara lightly shook her head while picking at the food on her plate; the Queen smiled.

“Go ahead,” The Queen said to which Sara stared blankly at her, “Well, if you won’t, then I shall.”

The Queen stood and walked to the empty seat next to Nesha and sat beside her, hugging her, “It is so great to see you after so long; I just hate it must be because of something like this. Why don’t you tell me about some of the adventures you had with your friends… preferably not the most recent one? I do not think I can handle hearing about it again.”

Nesha sat silently for a moment, wondering what tale she could tell that would impress her sister but not scare her mother. There were so many stories to tell assassination, diplomacy, protection; the list went on and on. It had been so long since she had stopped to think about the last twenty years she forgot how much she had been through. It felt like only yesterday she had started working for the Seedling Union as a Blade, but fifteen years had passed, so she had a lot of stories to tell. For the past ten years, she had led her own group called the Rosen Blades, which was famous all over Genisis for many reasons.

“Oh, I know; not too long ago, we were tasked to deliver raw ore from the Blue Metal Race to the Smith Race and…” Time passed slowly as Nesha recounted her adventure, “... And it turned out that the leader of the bandits was the old competitor of the Smith Race man we were supposed to deliver to.”

“Oh my, what an interesting story, dear; what happened to both men?” The Queen asked.

“As far as I know, both of them were arrested by the Seedling Union and are still in prison waiting for trial from the Smith Race, although it might be a while considering how complicated their crimes are to investigate,” said Nesha.

“Wow, do you do things like that every day?” Sara asked, her eyes glowing.

Seeing the fire in her sister’s eyes, Nesha panicked. “Uh, no, not really; Only rarely does anything that exciting happen. Most missions are usually diplomatic, like meeting with a small village about trade or a small bandit outpost. Although the stronger the party is, the more dangerous the missions that the Seedling Union will send the party on. So uh, most days are spent training, relaxing, or some other things.”

Hearing her sister’s answer made Sara's excitement deflate, “Training or studying? Why would someone do that for fun? Maybe her father was right, and her sister is weird, but doesn’t her brother do the same thing… does that mean she is the weird one.” Sara’s thoughts stopped before contemplating many things, causing her to feel dizzy, “Thinking is too hard, and a princess must leave that to someone else.”

“Oh, I wish Yonish was here to hear your tale; I am sure he would love it… He always loved to hear about what you did, even on the boring diplomacy missions.” Queen Perela said with a sigh,

“You knew?” Nesha jolted.

The Queen gave a raised eyebrow to her daughter, “My darling, I am Queen of the Autumn Race and both of your mothers; if I can’t figure something like this out, then how am I to block your father from finding out about you sneaking here to see your sibling.”

Nesha looked at her mother’s smiling face in shock, “Sorry…”

“You should be; how could you not even bother to see me besides for business,” Queen Perela’s eyes watered as she looked at her daughter.

Nesha seeing her mother like this, could not hold back her laughter, “Next time, I will make sure to visit you.”

“That’s right; you should… I am always in my garden if I am not in the courtroom with your father, and you can send a message through one of the gardeners; they are all my close friends so they won’t tell anyone but me.” The Queen said with a puffed chest, proud that she could meet her daughter more often and mischievous from sneaking around her husband; it was all she could do to keep from laughing from excitement.

“Speaking of Yonish, where is he? I have not seen him the entire time I have been staying in the guest wing, and I know that he would have looked for me regardless of Father's intrusion,” questioned Nesha.

Queen Perela looked off into the distance, a sad expression on her face, “About your Brother…”