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The little girl was sitting with her mother and older sister, Alayah, sewing.
She thought it stupid, though. After all, how was sewing going to help her if there was a war?
She wanted to learn to wield a sword, like her cousin Breuin. Once she had told her mother this, and her mother had said never to say it again. War was a bad thing, and wishing it more so.
So, Mya just sat there and sewed quietly as her sister and mother talked of marriages and children.
"Mya, my sweet." Her mother said, and Mya looked up at her with dark eyes. She knew what her mother was going to next say, and she did not like it one bit. "Your father and I have found a suitable match with Breuin, if you'd wish it."
"Breuin?" Mya's pretty, round face scrunched up at the thought. Her cousin? The one person in her life that didn't try to make you act like how Alayah did? The longer she thought on it, the better it sounded. But….
"He's my cousin, though."
Alayah sighed and set down her sewing upon the table they were sitting at. "He's not closely related, stupid." She said sharply. " You can wed him. If he were your brother, that'd be wrong and the children would not be as proper children should."
Mya's face went red, and she opened her mouth to retort, but their mother held up a hand for silence. "Enough, girls." She turned her sharp green eyes on Alayah. "Do not call your sister stupid, love. She is young, and I haven't told her of this yet."
Mya sat silently as she waited for her mother to go on, a small displeased frown on her face, and her full lips tugged down at the corners. "He is to be the next Emperor, my love. He needs to marry a noble woman before the Ruby Throne is his." She said, setting her own sewing down, and raising herself to her feet. Mya watched, still upset, and noticed how tall her mother truly was. She was a daughter of the north after all, and Nords are well known for their height. Her golden curls framed her face, and twined all the way down her back.
She reached for her daughters hands and the two girls came to their feet as well. "If you do not wish to marry him, your father and I can tell your aunt as such, and we shall find you another match."
Alayah scowled at her little sister. "If sister doesn't wish to marry Breuin- I will."
Mya scowled right back. "Then do it. But it's not me to blame that he didn't want you!" She snapped, and Alayah's stupid mouth opened and closed as she tried to find the words to speak back. Mya stuck her tongue out for good measure, and with that, she yanked her arm out of her mother's grasp and ran up the stairs to her room.