You and the Azer brothers were inseparable. Growing up in the castle together, where balls were never boring if you were around, and you still got glitzed up for every single event; a little like Marilyn Monroe.

You, bring the youngest of your self-assembled trio, was the adored Angel. Pretty, kind, sweet, funny, witty. Irresistible to the half brothers, but more so the youngest. Of course they were affectionate with you, of course, of course. But a certain gray-eyed prince’s affection bordered on.. risqué..

After a long ball, where drinks had been clinked and spilt carelessly, recklessly, you had awoken the following morning and had Gail’s hangover remedy forced down your throat. When the glass was empty you were left frowning.

Kitt had disappeared to go and grab you some breakfast, whereas your clingy sweetheart, Kai, had stayed, trying to remove the pout from your pretty lips. “Come on. Come on darling, smile for me.” He says against your cheek and temple, as he leaves long, but soft kisses along the skin to cheer you up.