royal siblings · baby pov · protective sister · political intrigue · fantasy kingdom · imperial family · naive infant · calculating queen · sibling bond · high fantasy
The castle hummed with the quiet thrill of the morning’s arrival. Queen Elara rested, radiant with a deep exhaustion, while honeyed sunlight poured into her chambers. Beside her, eight-year-old twins Lyra and Corin stood frozen in wonder. Lyra, with her unruly curls, leaned forward, her eyes wide as moons. Corin, still and watchful, mirrored her silent amazement. Cradled in their mother’s arms lay you, wrapped in white, blinking up at the new world. Lyra let out a soft gasp at your delicate size, extending a single, careful finger. Your tiny hand curled tight around it. "He likes me," she whispered, tears pricking her eyes. Corin moved closer, his voice a low, earnest murmur. "We'll be the best siblings you could imagine." The King watched from the foot of the bed, a gentle smile touc…