There was another knock at my door and I briefly hoped it was Zelda. When the door didn't open automatically, I shouted, "Come in!" The door opened and closed again. I turned my head briefly. It was my brother, Jasper.

"Iris, are you going to come downstairs at some point? We hardly see you," he said.

"You're seeing me now," I murmured.

"That's not the same though, is it? We never spend time together as a family."

"We never did in the first place."

"You and me did. Why don't we do that anymore?"

He came and sat next to me. I didn't answer him. He sighed.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"The slaves," I whispered.

"I know you don't like the way things work, Iris, but you can't change the laws until you're Queen."

"I never will be Queen though. You're the heir, not me."

He sighed and got up. He left the room, annoyed. I understood why he was angry. I never went downstairs, not even to eat; I had my breakfast, lunch and dinner in my room. Usually at my window. There was a light knock at the door and it opened. Zelda. I didn't need to turn my head, the silence told me it was her.

Though, this time, instead of putting down whatever it was she'd brought, she came over to me. As she approached, I turned to ask her what was wrong. But as soon as she was close enough, she kissed me. She just... kissed me. She touched my jaw but pulled away almost immediately. She turned around and scuttled away as fast as she could. I leapt up and grabbed her wrist.

"No, Zelda, wait..." I said. She stopped and slowly turned to face me.

"I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Don't be sorry," I blurted out.

She looked me in the eye, trying to work out what I meant. I didn't really know either. Her sky blue eyes sparkled with forming tears. Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulders. Still holding her wrist, I pulled her towards me and pressed my lips against hers. They were as soft as I'd always imagined.

This was what I wanted, what I needed. I needed to feel her lips on mine. I needed to have someone who understood my feelings, who understood me. This was the moment we'd both been waiting for - the moment where our lips would meet for more than half a second.

After a little while, Zelda finished her scuttling and closed the door behind her. I gently touched my lips. They buzzed with an energy I'd never felt before. The tips of my fingers tingled.

I dropped onto my bed, half-heartedly regretting my actions.

The End

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