Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191025191926

Growing up, her cousins had been raised in the palace alongside her. Nyasia had been one of the oldest, thus frequently the victim of childish accusations ("why are you always spending more time with him?", "why do you get to sit at that table?"), and the angry, asorbed pouting that would follow. In that moment, Emile reminded her greatly of them.

"I've brought you food, Emile." Nyasia said, coming around to his side.