Aeliana
"Stellaaaa," I sobbed on my sister's shoulder.
"There, there," she cooed softly, rubbing my back.
I felt that—despite my impulsive episode in the stream—I was doing rather well, all things considered. But one look at my sister and it all came spilling out. She had been barred from the great room during our earlier conversation, along with my newly arrived brother Reagan, much to his chagrin. He didn't like to be left out of anything important, seeing as he was about to take my father's title. But it was no matter. He surely knew by now.
"What should I do?" I sniffled, knowing full well she couldn't make a choice for me. Only I could do that.
"About pack politics, or your heart?" Stella asked with a sympathetic hum.
"Either. Both. Neither," I blubbered.
She sighed. "I don't k
