I close the letter with a clenched jaw. I scrunch it up and throw it to the ground before leaning into my chair.

There is no way I am doing that.

I knew she was naive but I had hoped that she would have grown out of that as she grew older. It seems she has not changed since the last time I saw her ten years ago.

If she really think I’m going to help her help her kingdom into defeating my kingdom in the war, she must have gone absolutely insane.

If I do that, I will be exiled for treason. Knowing my father, killed.

Tinka walks in, groaning, and flops onto my blue silk sheets. "I’m sorry boredddd," she whines. "Being held hostage is not fun you know?"

I can’t help the amused smirk that tugs on my lips. "Would you prefer to be in the dungeons? That could always be arranged for you."

She presses her cheek on it to look at me. "You should be a better host."

I falter. Tinka looks exactly like her older sister.

A flash of memories of me, Ana and Eiran as kids suddenly flashes through my mind. Me and Ana annoying Eiran, me trying to get Eiran to talk to Ana, Eiran comforting me after my father burnt me, Ana walking in on us and seeing my scars with tears in her eyes.

"Are you listening?" Tinka is now besides me knocking the side of my head, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I rolls my eyes and push her hand away, "I need to do some work. I’ll play with you after, okay?"

"Fine," she rolls her eyes, groaning the same way she did when she came in as she goes out.

I stare down at the letter now scrunched up on the ground in a ball.

"Dammit," I mutter and grab it.

I sit down at my desk, pull out a sheet of paper, a quill and my pot of ink before I start writing.

(Based off of my WIP)