"So, you won't actually believe what I saw." He said and Alice gasped.
So he had seen something.
Erica was shivering, her thin arms wrapped around her body as she sat on the dump bench. She looked at her brother with a pout and the blonde boy took off his cardigan and gave it to her. She exclaimed happily and worry it in a hurry, finally feeling some warmth. Alice had thought about it before but know it made perfect sense. Erica was actually really fragile and spoiled. Not in a bad way but still the royal blood in her veins was just too obvious sometimes. Having probably the same upbringing as Saaha she was the clear example that not all royals were snobbish and mean even if they had been raised away from commoners. Saaha with her bad attitude was bringing that stereotype to life while Erica was the one to tear it down.
