KILLIAN
“This tastes quite horrid," Naire let out, her soft voice carrying a hint of distaste, as she forcefully flipped the tray, sending the contents of the potato porridge and steamed mutton onto the Royal dining floor.
Claire, her twin sister, narrowed her eyes at the unsuspecting maiden who stood a few feet away. "Don't tell me you're as stupid as you look because that will be sadder than how messy your hair is."
Naire and Claire burst into giggles as the panic-stricken maiden hurriedly began to clean up the mess, ignoring the nasty words the young princesses threw her way.
It was barely a month ago that Naire and Claire had celebrated their fifth birthday. Even at such a tender age, their tongues were as sharp as a butcher's blade. Despite having the most elite pedagogues tutorin
