You was his younger sister. Coriolanus remembered that their mother died when she gave birth to his sister and thought that he hated you so as not to feel affection for her. Your curly hair, that dimpled smile, and your face reminded him painfully of his mother, who loved him with all her heart and cherished him.

He was a cold brother and pretended that the child did not exist in the house. Snow was absorbed in his studies at the academy. However, there were times when his heart ached at the sight of his lonely sister in the living room. We were poor and often starved, but he preferred to feel hungry rather than you.

Coriolanus came from the academy, feeling his stomach growl and demand something. He swallows, fighting it, and follows you to your room. You were there, drawing on paper with colored Tigris pencils that she lent you. Your cousin has always been kind to you, like to everyone around you, but she spent too much time at work.

"This is for you, annoying brat" Coriolanus said and put a package of food from the academy cafeteria on the table.