A/N: I'm back! A lot of info in this chapter.

"you would let your daughters do such work?" Sharaman asked baffled.

"If they wished to do so, then I see aboslutly nothing wrong with it." Myrinn shrugged. "Anya." He asked a woman of average looks. "Have you seen them...my daughters?"

"Isabelle is with her husband, I believe Rose and Mina went for a walk in the woods. Valcon went after them, I believe." The woman spoke slowly.

"They'll be back soon then." Myrin nodded to himself. "Make sure they'll be ready for the feast tonight."

"Yes Sire."

MEANWHILE

The forest was thick and muddy, two girls in their late teens stood around skipping rocks acrost the stream. The yongest, Rose was tall slender as a whisp and had full lips and long legs. The middle child, Mina was just as tall, but had quite a voluptuous figure, with the most amazing electric blue eyes, while Bella and Rose had a murky gray, like their deseaced mother.

"There you two are." Valcon mutter annoyed, they had gone out far today. "It's dangerous here. Rose. Go back. I need to talk to you Mina."

Rose shot them a skeptical look, before heading back to the castle. Valcon watched as she went slowly.

"I don't care if your not really related to her. It's wrong." Rose muttered, before vanishing from sight.

"She should mind her business." He muttered, he rushed her, pulling her tight to his chest. "I missed you."

"Is it really wrong? what's we're doing?" Mina asked.

"No. We're not related. Although the public sees us as an unified family. But Myrinn had three wives throughout his life time. My mother, Bella and Rose's mother and your mother. "

"Your mother was beheaded." She muttered.

"Because she wasn't faithful, as hard as it is to admit, her mistakes, made it possible for this not to be gross." Valcon smiled, kissing mina's forehead gently.

"He thinks you are though, father calls you son." She muttered, pulling away from him. It was just weird, she was in love with someone who she had always thought was her brother.

"But he also said that I am not allowed to take over the throne, atlhough I might still remain a prince. That shows his own doubt, Plus the other thing..." Valcon caught her arm gently.

"You two!" Ayna yelled at them. "I do not approve. You know this! Get back to the castle. Before someone were to find you." She made a disgusted sound.

"We will. I just thought I should tell my Darling younger sister that father may try to arrange a marriage for her and Rose with Persians." Valcon hissed.

"That's not true. Myrinn hasn't decided that yet." Anya muttered, sweeping her long blond hair out of her face. "Go back to the castle...and don't call her your sister if you've been courting her. It creepy."

"Let's go back." Mina smiled, walking back threw the forest.

"It's right in the bath with you missy, your filthy." Anya screeched following her all the way back to the castle, and quickly hussled her into a hot spring.

Mina soaked while Anya worked on her hair. She paused a minute in her work.

"Your not, bearing his children. are you?" She asked.

"Of course not. It may be slightly taboo, but we're not animals. We have self control." Mina snorted. "I have a question."

"Go ahead." The older woman said after a moments hesitation.

"Is it true, that father had no heir?" Mina asked.

"Your father has you." She answered.

"But he also has valcon, and Bella and Rose. I'm nothing speical." She muttered.

"Myrinn has always had problems with premarital relations, but he is always forthcoming about his children, and taking care of them. But he married your mother before she was pregant. your the only legitamate child he has."

"So my silblings are going to hell?" She asked calmly.

"Let's try not to think about it in technical terms dear." Anya finished her hair. "You should get out in about ten minutes." She muttered while leaving.

"Okay." She stretched out in the spring. She got out early, and wrapped herself into a robe and wondered up to her room. Her dress was laid out neatly, Midnight blue with silver embroidery. She knew how it would play out already, Rose would be in Pink and Bella in yellow. Valcon would most likely be a dashing emerald.

The dress fit her well. Her hair was laying reasonably well. Her skin was flushed from the heat of the springs. Her mother's necklace was laying on her vanity, so she put it on, a braided silver chain, and headed down to the mead hall.