The four brothers and their sister, the crown prince and his crown princess, entered the king's parlour, each taking their respective seats after greeting the king and queen with a blend of familiarity and formality.
Herrera heaved a sigh, her eyes sweeping over the room, nostalgia washing over her. "It hasn't changed much. Beautiful morning to you, Father. Morning, Selina." She rolled her eyes playfully at the queen after greeting her birth father with a hint of flirtation.
Something dark and dangerous flickered in Silverstein's gaze as he registered the way Herrera addressed his mother.
"Herrera! I've told you to address her as your Queen!" The king, seated regally on his throne, interjected, his voice firm. "I can see you're not teaching your twin sister anything, Gerrard." His glare fell upon Herrera.
