Sometimes, fate does not go our way; kingdoms rise and fall, as do their leaders. One such leader was King Matumaini, who had fallen gravely ill on his homeworld, Bestine IV. Now very sick, the king realized that if he should die, the only heirs he had left, his twin son and daughter, needed to be prepared for the burdens that weigh them down even now as he lay in bed, though they were still young.
Esther Matumaini, the younger of the twins by fifteen minutes, was in the library reading when she was notified via her datapad that her father wanted to see her and her brother, [member="Ethan Matumaini"], in his bedroom immediately. She nodded to herself and quickly sent a message to her brother, who was elsewhere in the palace, flipping her French braided hair behind her shoulder so she could concentrate on typing;
To: Ethan
From: Esther
Needed in dads room asap, rly important
See ya ther
Once the message was sent, Esther stood up and briskly walked in the direction of her father's chambers, her soft black ballet flats padding quietly on the floor.
Esther Matumaini, the younger of the twins by fifteen minutes, was in the library reading when she was notified via her datapad that her father wanted to see her and her brother, [member="Ethan Matumaini"], in his bedroom immediately. She nodded to herself and quickly sent a message to her brother, who was elsewhere in the palace, flipping her French braided hair behind her shoulder so she could concentrate on typing;
To: Ethan
From: Esther
Needed in dads room asap, rly important
See ya ther
Once the message was sent, Esther stood up and briskly walked in the direction of her father's chambers, her soft black ballet flats padding quietly on the floor.