"Appropriately and justly?" Victor crossed his arms.
"They always are for the men of the royal family, of course," Larissa smiled innocently. "It's tradition that whoever finds them distributes them to the men of the family, isn't it? Like the ones father keeps in the castle and hasn't distributed yet."
Julius and Victor exchanged looks. It was a difficult argument to refute.
Their little sister had masterfully turned their own family's rules against them.
"Even so," Victor tried another angle, his fingers drumming an agitated rhythm against his arm as he searched for leverage, "considering the situation..."
"Oh, they'll be perfectly safe with me," Larissa interrupted, her voice carrying the perfect blend of childish enthusiasm and royal authority. She straightened in her chair, every inch the princess despite her youth.
