I admired how beautiful my sister looked while she was fixing her hair in front of the mirror.
After having finished, she turned around and asked me:
"Are we beautiful ?" She asked gleefully.
"Yes... Yes we are, dear." I replied.
"So... how do these flowers look?"
"They are the most beautiful things in the world!" I answered cheerfully.
She looked at me with a smile; her skin seemed to glow under the morning sunlight.
When I was a little girl, I was very weak.
People used to tell me that I wouldn't live long, and when my mom heard about it, she decided I need to learn how to defend myself with a spear.
From the countless hours of training, my health improved...
And I even became a bit of a troublemaker, for which my mother blamed herself.
My instructor was a captain of the cavalry, renowned as the best around at his craft.
Actually, he was only one or two years older than my sister... which explains why she used to dress up when visiting my training sessions.
I saw how my sister always smiled at him, and how he returned her smile.
People often said "They would make such a great couple."
Naturally, I rooted for them with all my heart, hoping that everything would be just fine. But deep inside, we both knew that the day would come where she would have to marry a royal from another country in order to secure the future of our kingdom.