"I wonder," he mused with a small smile on his face, "I find you to be confident and fierce yet you say you are nothing like your sister."
"Hah," I could not help but laugh at that. "Headstrong and stubborn would be the correct words for her. Only my mother could put her in her place by pulling on the Queen title."
And it was a sight to see. Sadly, I did not remember much of it, but I knew my mother could definitely put a hold on her entitlement.
"If she is headstrong to that extent, what makes you think that she will be a good queen?" Tristan glanced at me at the end.
"I had never thought of it in such a context." My eyes now look at the grass ahead of us. I did not know why exactly I did not ponder on this when I should have. This was right in front of me.
"Why have you not?"
Why had I not? After careful deliberation, I answered him. " because I was so occupied with the thought of the Queen being one of my blood, I forgot to.."
