“Anna, you look …”
Sapiens was lost for words as his sister walked in his direction. It wasn’t just the beautiful white dress that flattered her curves, nor even the braid. As he saw her from afar, it finally resonated with him that she was back. Simon had requested that she stayed with him in Angea since his dukedom, with only the occasional visits, and then there came the trip to Olivandra. He missed her.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she teased him, holding the chain around Sapiens’s neck and tugging at it until she was holding the royal medallion in her hand.
“Better this way,” she smiled as she placed it over Sapiens’s dark red coat, although it was a little drowned out by all the golden embroidery on the neckline.
“Happy birthday, love,” he hugged her. “I know the party is to
