"you don’t have to stay, you know.” her voice was stronger than she felt, half-laying on a chaise with a book hanging haphazardly between her fingers. ariel knew that her brother lived a life much like her own, before... her ordeal. the twins would flit from one continent to another without so much as a thought, sending each other colourful descriptions of their days by text and random pictures. but now, sat in the family home away from the cities, the princess could only manage to hold her brother back for so long -- despite how much she yearned for the company of her siblings, her family, especially after a time where she thought she might not see them again. “don’t you have a... race, or whatever, to do in monaco?”