"Again, Princess." Her mother said.
Viao sighed. "Mom-"
But Queen Noeled of Kalevala cut in. "It`s Mother, Princess Viaonarino. Now, again."
Viao closed her eyes. Then she sang. For the thousandth time. Her throat was killing her. It was crazy. "Why do I have to sing when Aunt Satine comes?"
"Princess, your voice is lovely. All must-"
A servant calmly strolled in. He bowed. "Majesty, Your brother is here for her."
"Thank you, my faithful servant. Princess, your Uncle Raj is here."
Viao jumped up. "Wahoo!" She cheered. Her mother glared. I mean," She stood straight and bowed properly, like a princess should. "Thank you, mother." Then she twisted around to the door, and walked out quickly.
Once out of sight, she grabbed her skirts with one hand and pulled her royal elaborately braided hair out. "Uncle Raj!"
Her uncle turned around. He smiled, and his sea-after-storm eyes lit up. "Hello, my little princess!" Though he was 43, his hair was barely gray. He took Viao with him to Courosaunt every time he went, which was often. Her mother thought he was showing her senator stuff, but he wasn't.
She was a Jedi, one as powerful in midi-cloriens like Anakin Skywalker. She was a Youngling. Against her mother`s will.