[Five years later]
"Ash! Ash!" A small, bubbly voice could be heard from the balcony. The little girl had a teddy bear in her hand and was running along the corridors.
"Princess Hazel, wait, you'll fall!" One of the maids ran after the little princess, heaving for breath as the girl was running too fast. She feared she was going to fall from the stairs.
"Ash!!" Hazel's voice called out, and she finally reached the room and pushed the door open. Asher was sitting behind his desk, reading his book without bothering to look up at his sister who barged into the room, but he could actually see her clearly with his dull eyes peeping behind his long brown locks.
"Ash!" Hazel called his name again and pulled the book from his front.
"I can hear you, Haz," Asher finally looked up, parting his hair from her sight.
"Stop calling me Haz," She protested against the short name her brother called her.
"When you stop calling me Ash," Asher replied.
