Silver Creek cult of the dioskouroi

He whirled on her, accusation flying easily from his lips, his anger washing over her. She remained still, her face stoic in the onslaught. The Umbra would allow this childish behavior, only because she knew that the young Prince was worried for not only his Queen--but for his sister. 

However, royal or not, respect was earned, not demanded. And she would remember this morning.

Words left her, calm and collected. I will not beg for forgiveness for fulfilling my own needs, Your Highness. Perhaps, your anger should lie in that of your sister--it is not uncommon for her to sneak off on her own. 

And she turned away, returning to Europia.