"You weren't at the table this morning." A child, no younger than the age of twelve stood in a beautiful, but simple cream dress that trailed to the ground. Her dark, long, wavy tresses flowing behind her in the wind, and her dusky eyes held an essence of worry for the soul she was speaking to.
"I was not hungry." Replied a young girl. Her hazel eyes peered up at the being who stood poised above her.
The girl was the same age, but had light brown hair, and it was wrapped around her head elegantly. Her dress was sky blue and it clung to her small form.
The darker haired girl sighed as sat down next to the other.
"I know you're not prepared. Do you really think I am?" She asked.
The green eyed girl gazed at the other.
"You always seem like you are. It's getting closer. We have no time left to be normal. To be children."
The darker hair child smiled slightly.
"We were born royals. It is the role we have been given."
"Spoken like a true Queen." The younger smiled briefly before it was gone.
"And you will be one day." The older replied.
"What if I don't want to be?" She frowned.
They took each others hands gently.
"It is a part of you."
"But I don't know the first thing about being a Queen."
"I will teach you. We will be inseparable. We are sisters. Always and forever."
The two sisters smiled at each other.
"Mary! Charlotte!"
Mary, the darker haired Queen, rose and held out a hand to her sister.
"Ready?" She asked.
Charlotte glanced down at Mary's outstretched hand and took her gesture.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
