Disclaimer: I do not own Brave

Merida groaned, falling down on her bed.

"Nooo!" she whined.

"Merida, it was bound to happen." Queen Elinor tried to comfort her daughter, and was failing. The Queen had just announced that the three suitors were once again coming-this time to win her heart, before her hand. And she was not looking forward to it.

"Do they really have to stay for over a month?"

"Yes, they do. Just give them a chance, maybe you will fall in love with one o' them." Elinor answered hopefully.

"Doubt it," the princess muttered under her breath.

"And besides, Lord Dingwall is bringing his eldest daughter with him. Mind you, she is a bit young, fourteen to be exact, but it will be nice for you to have a friend."

"Mum! I'm sixteen! And she probably won't want to ride horses, clime cliffs, practice archery, nothing I enjoy doing! And what if she's like her brother, always off in her own world?"

"Just, be kind. Now, they should be here soon. Let's prepare for their arrival." And with that, she was gone.

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Merida was sitting next to her dad wearing a dark blue riding dress with her hair wild and loose. Her mother was on the other side, trying to control the three young princes. Suddenly, the doors burst open, revealing the three clans. Like a year ago, they all were introduced and soon there was a full on fight in which Elinor took Merida, the three young lords, and a small girl out side.

"I trust you children to behave yourselves, I will be inside."

Merida turned to the girl. She was barely above five feet tall, shining blond hair that was put in two braids, and large sky blue eyes. She was wearing a pale green riding dress with a thin brown leather belt. She seemed like she was observing everything around her.

"Well," Merida started, "What are all your names?" young Macintosh stepped right up.

"I am Artair," he stated, flexing his muscles. Merida, uninterested, turned to young McGuffin.

"Ivar," he answered tersly, making sure they could understand him. Merida smiled and turned to Wee Dingwall. He did not answer at first but continued to stare at the skyline.

"His name is Kennan, I'm Kyla, his younger sister." We all (except Kennan) turned to the blond girl, as it was the first she had spoken.

"Well, welcome to all of you. You can call me Merida." They all fell into an akward silence.

"Would any of you like to go riding through the woods?" the boys shook their head at Merida's offer but were surprised to see Kyla nodding rapidly.

"Kyla, I'm not sure you should be going in the woods," Kennan said in a warning tone.

"Don't worry so much, I ride all the time at home. You just are afraid of horses so you don't like me riding them."

"That is not true!"

"Prove it then,"

All eyes were on the young heirs, no one daring to say anything.

"Fine," and he marched right up to a horse, his eyes growing wide, not knowing what would happen.