Okay, I didn't originally plan for an update the next day but I didn't know what I was planning to publish this chapter ... but since there's a new Disney's Twisted Tale being released today, it seems fitting for the fic.

I know a lot of you out there have wanted some sibling-focused chapters.

This is a sneak peek for a one-shot. Ironically, I wrote this chapter before the actual one-shot but that's probably not the first time this happened. You know the drill. Information about the story will be posted at the end.

Photo #131: Between the Lines

Eadlyn remembers when Ahren was courting Camille. Even at the start of their relationship, she felt like she was slowly losing her brother to him. He'd always be calling her, writing letters, thinking of her. If Camille flew in or would be attending an event they were all going to, he would spend all his time with her. Or if Ahren flew down to be with her.

Eadlyn always thought they were close, and that she knew about the relationship, but didn't expect Ahren to run away to marry Camille. She hasn't heard from him since her mother's heart attack. She wonders if he knows or if he even tried to reach out but it's been too chaotic over here for someone to get his call. Once Eadlyn gets back on track with the present, she'll get on the Ahren situation.

Still, looking back at this next photo, despite it having to do with Ahren's relationship, Eadlyn remembers it being a family effort in helping him out with his romance.

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Two weeks ago, the Schreave family visited a family friend's ranch up north. It was a chilly day with overcast skies but still warm enough to go horseback riding on the land. Besides, the horses were getting antsy in the stables and wanted to gallop around.

The kids were excited, as they always are with horses. They've all ridden before so they knew what they were doing, at least until Ahren's horse got spooked by something in the wind and jumped back. Ahren lost control and fell off his horse. As the stablehands ran over to make sure he was alright, trying to remain calm so the horse relaxes, Ahren managed to roll out of the way to avoid getting stomped on by his panicked horse.

Other than the broken arm and worried family, Ahren was fine. Their parents expected this incident to happen to Osten or Kaden, more so with the former, since he was always conniving something.

At least, physically. After getting treated and administered a cast, Ahren was more frustrated by the fact that it was his dominant hand in a cast. Forget not being able to do basic things like eat and bathe properly, he couldn't write his love letters to Camille. She found out over the phone about the broken arm and was content with waiting weeks for a letter, but Ahren was persistent.

And he needed help.

Which he regretted.

"Look," Eadlyn says, sitting next to him. She holds one of Ahren's fountain pens in her hands, ready to write on the finest embroidered paper reserved only for Camille (which is something Ahren regretted). "I know you told Camille you broke your arm from horseback riding, but imagine how romantic it would be if it happened from writing all those letters."

Only Ahren didn't find her joke funny. Eadlyn, Kaden, and Osten found it hilarious.

"I could write that down," Osten says, reaching over for the paper.

"No!" Ahren yells.

"Settle down," Eadlyn says as she starts writing, reading along with poetic whimsy for each word, "My dearest Camille de Sauveterre."

"I don't use her full name."

Kaden takes another fountain pen and starts doodling hearts around Camille's name. Ahren tries to stop him but Eadlyn blocks him from taking the letter away. It doesn't even matter anymore since the letter is already comprised of three penmanships, none of them being Ahren's. At least Camille would get a laugh out of reading it.

"My turn," Kaden says, copying Eadlyn's writing method, "my heart breaks for you and didn't show mercy on my arm."

"Please tell me you didn't write that," Ahren pleads despite having watched Kaden transcribe it verbatim.

"It adds character."

"My turn!" Osten exclaims. "Can I write something?"

"I fear for whatever you'll write."

"I just want to say hi. Or bonjour as they say in France."

Ahren narrows his eyes at his youngest brother. "I don't trust you with a pen or this paper."

"Camille won't read between the lines." Osten taps the pen against his chin as he thinks of something sappy to write. "If only you were here to mend my broken arm with your love."

Eadlyn cringes as a small laugh escapes her mouth. "That one hurt." She glances at Ahren who thinks Osten's words over as if he's actively considering keeping them. "God, you really want to say that? It's so clichéd."

"The reason things are clichéd because they're true," Ahren argues. Eadlyn can't say that he's wrong.

"Dad says clichés to Mom all the time," Kaden adds. Again, Eadlyn can't dispute that point. Their parents were the definition of sappy. It's definitely where Ahren inherited his sap.

"Oh, now we're definitely writing some down," Eadlyn says, taking control of Ahren's love letter. "Osten, you still have the letter?"

"Writing!" Osten exclaims.

They were so engrossed in the letter, playfully arguing and suggesting cheesy romance lines. As the paper filled up, it was a mixture of Eadlyn's cursive with Kaden's boxy writing and Osten's scribbles. Ahren even joined in, finding this experience with his siblings to be enjoyable and he senses that Camille will enjoy reading it, especially Osten's attempt at conjugating irregular French verbs and using idioms wrong. Once they reached the end of the backside of the sheet, they all signed their names. Ahren's attempt at writing his name with his non-dominant hand made Osten's penmanship look like calligraphy.

They didn't even notice their father standing at the door to capture the moment.

"Let's have Dad proofread the letter!" Osten exclaims.

"No!" Ahren yells. "We're mailing it now!"

Ironically, I was blasting the explicit Potential Breakup Song while planning this chapter.

And now, for the Frozen one-shot:

Between the Lines - They couldn't play together so Anna and Elsa tried a different game, or better yet, took turns writing a story. One line at a time. (OS)