This story will follow the oldest brother, James.
“Happy birthday your highness,” a beautiful older woman said.
She bowed elegantly and then moved a little out of the way to make room for a younger version of her. She couldn’t be older than eleven maybe.
“Serina, bow to the prince. It is his birthday,” she said.
The young girl was dressed in this awful pink dress that made her look like a big pillow or something. I almost wanted to laugh at the sight, yet despite the ugliness of her dress, she was still very pretty. She had long blond hair and very blue eyes. I had no idea why it was so hard for me to look away and why I almost felt a need to tease her and the ugly dress she was wearing.
“Happy birthday, prince,” she said in this small and very light voice.
I wanted to roll my eyes a
