It was late afternoon in that disheveled but enormous house, characterized by what was known as a completely noisy home. Solely because of that noise, the Louds, who resided in that house, were well known, not just in their neighborhood, but in all of Royal Woods. And in the midst of the usual chaos that went on in 1216 Franklin Avenue, Lincoln was in his room, reading a new Ace Savvy that he had obtained last week. And he was very lucky to have acquired the issue's limited edition.
"Nothing like reading a new comic after a hectic day" commented the white-haired preteen.
His reading was interrupted by two slight knocks on the door of his room, wait, they were knocking on his door? Since his sisters normally entered without knocking, it really was quite strange.
"Lincoln ... can I come in?" said a sweet and sharp voice.
The strangest thing is that she was the one that knocked. It wasn't everyday he could hear her speak with that tone unless it was to ask a favor or feel her previous anger for having failed to attend their tea parties, but this time Lola spoke with a true tone so soft and sweet. The boy finally spoke.
"Of course you can," he replied, sitting on his bed.
The door opened showing his princess sister with her gaze to the floor with her hand on her right arm and, nervous? It was strange to see her that way, unless she had done something serious or something bad had happened for her to be like that. He started to ask what happened to her, but she interrupted him.
"Can I talk to you, Linky? There's something I'd like to ask you," her little sister answered, who climbed onto bed next to him after closing the door. She was still nervous.
"Well, Lola, what did you want to ask me?" He replied calmly.
Lincoln looked at Lola carefully, who looked even more nervous than when she entered his room. He saw her play with her fingers even more nervously as if she was confused, afraid, perhaps?
To Lincoln that image worried him, but he restrained himself in asking again. While waiting for her to respond, he wondered what would be so important for her to take so much time in answering. She was always sure of herself, either to get something by intimidating or blackmailing others. He was an example of this, although it isn't always that way. . .
Now he saw his princess sister hesitant to answer, but after several minutes, the little girl took a breath deep and looked directly into his face.
"Lincoln," pausing for a moment, "Do you love me?"
To Lincoln, that simple question surprised him. Of course he loved her like the rest of his sisters, no doubt in his mind about it, but it was strange that Lola asked him something like that. Without much delay,
"Of course I love you, Lola, like the rest of my sisters. Why do you think I would think otherwise?" He answered calmly, in a quiet but sure tone.
Lola just sighed, "Lincoln, I know that between you and I we do not have the closest relation and I know that sometimes I can become quite cruel and hard with you, by inviting you to more tea parties without your permission or many of my pageants." She turned to look at the floor of the room, "I know that I also tend to be selfish and I always think of myself and . . . I never started to think about how you felt when I forbade you to my activities." She sighed again with a hint of sadness "I know that you never say it to make me happy, even if it bothers you and that . . . makes me think that you do not really love me." She looked away to the side of the boy's bed, so her brother wouldn't see the sad look of the girl, who felt a small tear escaping from her right eye.
Lincoln stared at Lola while processing her words. True, Lola and Lincoln did not have the closest relationship among all their sisters, did not love as much as Lynn or Lucy, even Lana seemed to have more interaction. He understood what Lola felt and, in a way, he was happy that she recognized her mistakes and her way of treating him sometimes. Even with her flaws, he, he loved her very much. She was his little princess after all. . .
Lincoln took her shoulder to get his attention, which worked because she turned to see it, and after thinking the right words, he spoke.
"Lola," I whisper softly, "don't feel that way. Although we do not have such a close relationship, it does not stop me from loving you. You are my sister and I will always love you no matter what happens," he replied, sure of his words.
Lola still felt hesitant about what he said to her. "Even so, I have not always treated you well, like that time when we thought you were bad luck. I treated you very badly, not to mention when I forced you to wear that squirrel suit to most of my pageants." She still remembered the treatment that they gave him when they thought that he had bad luck "Lynn sometimes can be a silly and bad loser," said an annoyed Lola.
Those days were difficult for Lincoln, not only to have that stupid suit on all the time, but the way his sisters and parents treated him. Fortunately things were fixed thanks to the last game of Lynn's ending in defeat. Even though Lincoln was there, the Louds realized the mistake they made with him, except for Lynn who was slow to apologize for putting him in that situation. Luckily it all lasted a few weeks.
Lola sighed. "Sometimes I think you do not deserve annoying sisters like us, especially a sister like me . . .," She said sadly as another tear trickled down her cheek.
"Lola, do not say that!" Lincoln reprimanded softly. "I love each of you no matter what happens. I know that sometimes they exasperate me, but they always show me how much they love me somehow or other," He told her with certainty. "I love you so much Lola. Even though you are sometimes too vain and presumptuous, I know that you love me for who I am, like that time you accepted my taste for reading comics in my underwear and you even got me the underwear I wanted so much," Lincoln remembered at that moment. "I love you for who you are Lola. You are my special princess after all." He smiled with total sincerity, "So don't think that I do not love you Lola, I will always love you no matter how you are, although I would like you to play nicely when you play with me." He said as he wiped the few tears from her cheeks with his hands.
Lola blushed a little at those words. She has always admired her brother's way of being so sweet. She would never admit it, but even if they were not close, she always admired him even when he dominated her on certain occasions, always standing firm before her and her sisters. She was jealous of Lynn and Lucy and even of Lana, of being so close to him, that was another reason why she regretted her way of treating him. . .
She looked up at his face, smiling. Now that she saw him, it seemed cute was cute . . . She felt a strange sensation in her chest. Then she remembered when she told him that she was his princess. She felt strange again when she thought of those words. . .
"I-I'm your special princess," the little girl said nervously.
"Of course, there is no other princess more beautiful than you Lola," he said with total sincerity, "and even if I had the opportunity, it would be a pleasure to be your prince," he said with a funny tone while winking his eye.
Lola was flattered by these words, and again that sensation came to her chest. She did not stop at all and she threw herself to hug her brother with all her strength
"Thank you Linky! You're so cute," she said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Lincoln corresponded his embrace. He was not lying, she was his beautiful princess. Even if his treatment was not the best or they were not the closest, he would always love her with all his heart, and would do anything to see her happy.
"Linky," she called to him with affection "you would like to play that you were my prince and I your beautiful princess," she said while she arranged his hair while 'flirting.' "Please?" she said after getting comfortable.
Lincoln smiled at that with pride. His sister learned something of courtesy at least with the "Of course, what is for my princess." He took her hand and they went out to her room.
As they walked down the aisle, Lola stared at her brother, her cheeks slightly flushed. It made her happy that her brother loved her and this time she would try to be more attached to him, even more than her other sisters.
Because for her ... he will always be her beloved white-haired prince.
