Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25126355-20160821204138

Antoine nodded vigorously, draping his small arms around his father. "Yes papa! I've been practicing my sword fighting! Uncle Luthor even brought me a real dagger, but Mama says I'm too young to use it!" He spoke, complaining of his mother's overprotectiveness. Annara too hugged her father, slightly pushing her twin out of the way. She was always the ringleader among the Royal children.

Jannia remained atop the stairs, where the courtiers stood, a smile on her face. She thought it best to allow Julien to greet his children, even if her own heart was much more somber at his return. The idea that her husband murdered an innocent child to capture Jehenna, still weighed heavy on her mind. And so she stood silently, smiling, beautiful, regal, but cold. Luthor glanced at his little sister, smirking inwardly to himself, knowing his plan to create a rift between the Royal Couple had begun to take root.