"His Majesty expects you to be in your best behavior," Hellen said tying the stripes on Elena's back.
"Is that why he personally selected this tight dress for me?" She asked, now rolling her eyes. The dress pronounced her curves as if screaming 'yours truly, Andrian wants you to get married'.
"Your brother loves you," Lilian said, pausing to catch Elena's reaction. Their eyes met exchanging unspoken words.
"What?" Elena asked when she stared for too long. Lilian busied herself with the stripes. "You want me to admit that I love my brother too?"
"Obviously you do," Lilian said.
"I used to. But the man he's become... That's not my brother." She shook her head in denial. "I lost him the minute this burden of royalty was placed on his shoulders."
"He does what is good for his people, and they love him."