"Do you know, that Faye who's very close to your brother, is actually someone with his nose held too high," people would always say this around Maya.
"I heard he has a marriage proposal in the Capital," someone else would divulge new gossip to Maya.
"She ran away," sometimes, a Historian filled with conscience would add after the former statement.
"You can't be fooled by her smile," and at that moment, another would step forward to seal the conversation with their conclusion.
Every time, Maya would listen to their lies with a smile.
Yes, their lies.
Maya could hear their real thoughts; they were envious, resentful, wondering why they were not the ones by Brother Malin's side.
Why them, indeed.
I, Maya, would not let deceivers and the envious snatch Brother Malin from me.
They are unworthy. Compared to them, Faye might have her little flaws, but Maya could feel her sincerity and love for her brother.
That's why Maya accepted Faye as a sister.
