Repulsive Brother

"Yes," Calarian replied, taking a swig of his mead. "Princess Drusilla Molinero. They should be half-sisters, if I've got my facts remembered correctly."

"Princess Drusilla's reputation precedes her," Prince Nathaniel chimed in. He calmly picked up his wine glass, swirling the liquid before taking a small sip. "Rumors say that she mastered pyromancy at the age of twelve. She is also very near and dear to her older siblings, particularly Princess Daphne."

Near and dear, alright. Atticus scoffed at the thought. 

Who knew what slimy plans this princess had in mind when she had given Daphne a glass necklace claiming it was a slab of clear quartz. Atticus could still remember the necklace in question. Small, plain, and unassuming. It was a very bad copy of an actual Reawethen treasure that was made of diamonds.

That cheap counterfeit hadn't even used moissanite. It was a miracle Daphne actually believed it to be anything that could help her magically.