Jarand was so stunned at being spoken to like this that he went beyond anger. He blinked and looked around at Tarkyn, “I feel as though I have just walked into a dream… Or is it a nightmare? I’m not sure which yet.” He frowned suddenly, “I hope this level of familiarity is only amongst your adopted family. Even for family members, it is well beyond the bounds of propriety, but for those outside… well! It would be unconscionable.”
With a sense of inevitability, Tarkyn watched as Rainstorm appeared beside him grinning cheekily and said, “Hi, Prince. Going to introduce me to your brother?”
Tarkyn gave his head a little shake and sighed. With a wry smile, he waved his hand from one to the other, “Prince Jarand, Rainstorm.”
When Rainstorm made no move to bow, the prince’s grey eyes glittered
