"Sister, why did you do that to the fifth prince?"
Rin, the ever-curious ten-year-old girl, asked Yuna.
All four of them were in her chambers, talking and reminiscing what happened earlier was chaos.
Rin's mother just hugged Rin at the side as she scolded her in a gentle voice, "Rin. It is not your business, okay? The high priestess had a reason for doing that."
Rin pouted, "But I wanted to know!"
"It's fine. I just found out that the fifth prince was the third celestial warrior and like your brother, he also had a Chinese character engraved on his chest." Yuna shrugged as she smiled at the adorable mom and daughter in front of her. They were sitting with their legs below their thighs as if Yuna was punishing them. "Please sit comfortably, ma'am."
Rin's mother looked at Yuna nervously, "But, high priestess—"
"Please, ma'am," Yuna insisted. "I want you to sit comfortably."
