The woman stood tall, her slender figure draped in a royal man's attire. The tailored coat and breeches accentuated her curves, while the crisp white shirt added a touch of elegance. Her brown hair was styled in a messy, tousled manner, framing her heart-shaped face. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief, a hint of rebellion gleaming in their depths. The masculine clothing seemed to suit her, yet a feminine charm still shone through, creating a captivating contrast.
I've never seen her before
"My name is Princess Damaris Lustre from Vike kingdom," she finally introduced herself after seeing my confused look.
"I'm assuming you have already met my brother," she smiled
She did look identical to someone I knew, those eyes, that hair and that smile.
"Alex is your brother?" I asked suprised. She just nodded her head.
So did that mean Alex lied about being a royal guard and was a Prince?
"But I thought he was the King's royal guard."
"He's a Prince but he normally introduces himself as his Royal guard. Him and the King are close and he'll do anything for him." She paused as she looked at me from my head to my toes," You really do look like her, they were not lying when rumours had it that you have returned and news do spread fast."
"Look like who?" I asked confused.
"They haven't told you yet?" She raised a brow
"Told me what?". I did not understand what she meant.
She stared at me for a while as if contemplating on whether she should tell me or not.
"Well you are...." Our conversation was interrupted by the door opening and the two men coming out.
"Sister, what nonsense are you rumbling about? You never know when to keep your mouth shut do you?" Alexander gave her a displeasing look.
The siblings stood facing each other, their voices rising in a heated exchange, their eyes flashing with annoyance.
The air was thick with tension as they went back and forth, each trying to outdo the other in a battle of words. Their tone was sharp, their words biting, and their body language aggressive. They stood with their feet shoulder-width apart, their arms crossed or their hands on their hips, as if daring the other to disagree.
"Why don't you take your bickering somewhere else. " Christopher who stood there uninterested in whatever was going on finally spoke.
Then he turned to look at me," And you, what are you doing here?"