Your elder sister gently brushed through your hair, as your older brother kept looking at you with pleading drunken eyes.

“We must take the throne.” Helaena mumbled, trying to reassure you that usurping your elder sisters throne was necessary. “It’s for our safety.”

“We’ll all be put to the sword.” He agreed softly, moving closer to you both. He looked up, glancing at you with hazy eyes. “Mother is only doing what’s necessary, and this is necessary for all of us.”