"Hey Emma!" Emma looked up at her friend. Almost identical to her except a little bit taller, Jamie had mouse brown hair, like her mother, but it overflowed with natural blonde highlights. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle in excitement. "Hey Uncle Neal!" Jamie yelled as she hopped in the carriage. "Da will be here in a second, he's just getting ready to go back to the palace." "Well, Dom was never one to get ready, is their a special occasion?" Neal asked. "Well.... their is a huge ball in seven days, and I think Da is going to make a speech or something, so he's getting his best clothes ready." Jamie said, matching Emma's evil grin perfectly. "Oh, Emma. My Ma wanted me to give this to you." Jamie handed Emma a sword, beautiful and pure, with a deadly grace. "Jamie, it's beautiful!" "Yup, and I've got its twin in my sheath. And Emma, Ma wants us to practice the glaive 2 hours each day." Emma groaned. "My Ma said the same."
Dom arrived ten minuets later, his face grim. "Hey Sir Meathead! Happy times are over; guess what happened at the palace."