AN: I've got for you the next chapter a little early, I dont know if I get to finish chapter 5 this week, because I have to do for chapter 5 a litle bit of planning to do. So I am not sure when to update next, maybe still this week but for sure next at the latest, ENjoy

Chapter 4

We had lessons with Miss Danforth on etiquette all morning. After lunch I went back to my room, Lyla had brought Sara's Teddy with her this morning. Lyla again stressed that I did not have to do it. But I insisted that I had promised Sara I would do it. A promise was a promise. So I set to work. After an hour I looked at my work. The arm was back to its original location. I decided to make her also a teddy bear out of paper while I waited for Sara. Lyla told me that Sara helped in the kitchen and that Raisa, the cook, usually dismissed her after cleaning the kitchen. With a loud bang the door was bumped against the wall and the little girl burst into my room. Sliding she came before me to a stop and beamed at me. I was still staring at the open door. Sara followed my gaze.

"Oh."

She ran to the door and closed it quietly. Then she came back over to me and climbed into my lap.

"What's that?"

She asked, pointing to the folded bear.

"This is called Origami. It comes in many different forms: Animals, flowers"

"Even snowmen."

"Even snowmen."

"Can you make me one?"

"How about I show you something even better? I'll show you how to make a snowman"

After a few tries she managed successfully her own snowman and named him Olaf. I then showed her how to make a lily. She was so happy when she could manage the lily at the first attempt. She tucked the flower behind my ear.

"Now you look like a princess."

"You think?"

I glanced uncertainly at the little girl. Sara patted me calmly on the cheek and nodded in agreement.

"You're beautiful like a princess."

"She's right!"

I gasped. Sara then stared behind me.

"You can't have her, Oliver. I saw her first."

Oliver laughed and stepped into my view.

"Sara, I'm sure your mother taught you the concept of sharing."

Sara shook her head vehemently.

"Sara,"

I said sternly.

"We're friends, right?"

She nodded.

"Oliver and you are also friends, right?"

She nodded hesitantly.

"Then what's the problem?"

I saw Oliver gently smile from my perspective. Sara pondered hard on my question before she climbed out of my lap. She grabbed Oliver's hand and pulled him to the second chair at my table.

"Sit down!"

After a stern look on my part she added a "Please". Oliver did as he was told and Sara climbed into his lap.

"I'll show you how to make a lily."

She told him. So she explained to him how to fold with a little help from me on this flower. Oliver looked at his finished work.

"In colored paper this would look certainly much better."

Sara nodded in agreement.

"But I have only my note pad paper"

He looked at me seriously.

"I'll get colored paper."

Then he looked at Sara.

"How about it, Sara? Let's make this a weekly thing?"

Sara looked at him contemplating.

"May I then do something alone with Felicity?"

He grinned.

"You're a tough negotiator, but you've got yourself a deal, as long I get the same right."

She hugged him tightly.

"You're my second favorite person"

"Just your second favorite person?"

"Felicity is my favorite person, because she is Felicity"

"I can't argue with that logic"

I burst out laughing, both grinned.

"Can you imagine that we are already three weeks here?"

Laurel settled elegantly on the couch beside me, Sara, however collapsed onto the couch.

"You know what would interest me, why Louis and Barbara had to go yesterday?"

Sara looked at me intently.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Sara?"

I slid away from her.

"There are rumors that it has something to do with you."

"What? I did not do anything."

"The two have spoken ill of you."

Nyssa appeared as if from nowhere behind me.

"Jeez Nyssa, don't scare me like that."

"Be quiet, Smoaky, I want the glossy details."

"So yesterday I was walking in the garden, there Barbara and Louis were sitting on a bench, cackling. I thought nothing about it, but then Louis dropped Felicity's name. So I crept closer to find out what exactly they were talking about. I'll spare you the exact details, Felicity. It was an insult after another, not only about you but also about your mother. Before I could intervene, Oliver stormed angrily toward them. He told them that they should pack their things and should be gone from the palace in an hour. Both howled that he could not do something, not because of a maid. He looked at them coldly and then said such behavior is not proper for a princess. Then he turned around and walked back to the castle."

We stared at her open-mouthed. Sara was the first that had processed story because she jumped up, began to shriek and squeezed me so hard, so I had to gasp for air. But before I could turn blue, Sara had left me, and stared at the fireplace. There, Caitlyn and Helena faced each other. Caitlyn stared in shock at her hand and on Helena's face was a red handprint to see. Kendra took Caitlyn in her arms, mumbling "Oh Caitlyn". The doors to the hall opened and three guards stepped into the room. One of the maids had notified them. Two of the guards escorted out Caitlyn.

"What happens to her?"

I looked questioningly at Laurel.

"She has violated the rules. She will be sent home."

"But this behavior is not Caitlyn. She's the most peaceful of all of us"

I interjected.

"That was certainly the work of Helena. Who knows what did the nasty bitch say to her?"

Sara glared over at Helena, which was led by guard number 3 to a chair. He spoke to a maid and asked them likely to bring Helena ice for her cheek. Somehow he looked familiar to me. After Helena finally sat in a chair and was provided with ice, he came over to us.

"Are you all right, ladies?"

I stared at him confused.

"Is everything alright, Lady Felicity?"

"Do I know you?"

"I would hope you know your older brother."

"Ah okay."

I just said, before I paused and stared at him.

"Wait! What?!"

I jumped up, I hugged him tightly; and then I boxed him on the shoulder.

"That's for not telling me"

Then I hugged him tightly again.

"I am also pleased to see you again, little one."

"I'm not small."

"Even dwarfs are taller than you."

"Okay, who's the guy?"

Sara interjected.

"Girls, this is my older brother Roy"