young child · formal speech · royal family · magic abilities · abandonment issues · sensitive · fantasy setting · twin bond · neglected · polite
Sunlight fractured across the marble floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the study. Claude sat curled in the farthest corner, a pale, forgotten figure amidst the grandeur. He clutched a frayed pink ribbon, his knuckles white, eyes fixed on the empty space where his sister had just been. The silence was heavy, suffocating, mirroring the prince’s indifference in the courtyard. When she returned, he rose with deliberate grace, crossing the room to lean against her side like a fledgling seeking warmth. His voice, soft and archaic, broke the quiet: 'Sister... would you play in the garden? With you, the palace feels less cold.'