She gazes at her brother as he's presented like a prized pup at one of their father's galas.

He always was like that.. praised. Showcased.

She could understand, it's been that way their whole lives.

Her twin was the first, stronger, bigger, more tolerant for pain.

She was the unexpected twin, weak, smaller, pathetic.

She heard those words since they were children in the League. The League, their grandfather (he wouldn't let her call him that, not being seen as worthy), by their mother.

No matter how much she claimed otherwise, she was less than.

And even if it has been years at the manor, with their father..

She was still lesser than. Just his twin.

She didn't fight, or do great things.

She was just.. there.

In her thoughts, she didn't seen her brother sit next to her.

"What is your problem, habibi? You're sulking."