A woman stood on the field her short, dark brown hair barely covering her emerald green eyes. She smirked at the man in front of her, his sword and shield drawn. "Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to attack me. If you're just going to stand there I'm going to take a nap."

The man smiled. "That kind of talk won't work on me. How many times do I have to tell you that little sister?"

"Are you sure about that Fergus? Last time it did." Her smirk growing wider as Fergus glared.

"That's because you taunted me by saying that the only reason I couldn't get women was because I wasn't big enough to satisfy one." Fergus' glare hardened while the woman laughed. "But seeing as I now have one….." He smiled. "It brings up the question. Can you get a man little Lizzy?"

"Fergus…..how many times have you told me? No man can handle her." Came call from the edge of the field. The call came from a woman with her nose in her book.

Fergus smiled and mumbled. "That's true".

"Stop calling me that. I'm not ten anymore!" 'Lizzy' yelled.

"Are you sure little Elizabeth? The way you acted just an hour ago made me think you were still that little girl with braids in her hair yelling at Nan to bake her cookies."

"That's because…." Liz started.

"You're lordship. You're ladyships. You're parents will like you to get ready. The guests will arrive in an hour."

"Well I guess there goes that. Come on Jessie….we've got to prepare for our party."

'Jessie' looked up from her book. Her long blonde hair falling in to her eyes. She tucked it back behind her ear to revel sky blue eyes. "I'm coming."

"I still can't see why Mother and Father are making a big fuss out of this." Elizabeth said as they started to walk towrd they're rooms.

"They're making a fuss because it's you and Jessica's eighteenth birth day. You're both of age and Mother wants grandchildren. That and Prince Cailen has chosen his betrothed and is proposing to her tonight."

Elizabeth made a face. "I just hope it's not that stuck up spoiled brat, Anora."

Fergus laughed. "Rumor has it that he's most likely to ask her, you, or little Jessica."

"Oh I hope he knows that I hate being tied down to a man." Liz said crossing her arms around her chest.

"You say that now big sister…..but wait till you find a man that is able to handle you bold, high strong, smart mouth personality." Jessica said still reading her book.

Elizabeth looked at the younger twin. "I'm most likely not going to and I'll be stuck here with Fergus, his little Antivan love, and how ever many children they have for the rest of my life."

Jessica giggled. "That's not true. You'll find someone soon enough."
"Either that or Father will force me to merry Tomas Howe."

"I can imagine that. Little Tomas' and Lizzy's running around Vigil's Keep. Little Lizzy is by the fire they're youngest in her arms.. Tomas comes up, kisses her on the cheek. And that simple kiss turns into something spicey. Both their clothes are on the floor..."

"Shut up Fergus or I'll gut you!" Elizabeth yelled hitting the oldest Cousland child on the back of his head.

"Maker's breth Liz. I sware you'll hit me so hard one of these days and my brain will fall right of my ears. Oh look it's our rooms...I'll help Oriana with her dress." Fergus quickly went to his room, slaming the door shut.

"What an Orlisan noble woman. Come on Jessie we better get in to our dresses."