ZAVIA
“This is delectable! You should try this, Zavia.” My brother said as he munched on a piece of bread roll a young lady had gifted him. It was an often circumstance that someone offer him any gift, especially from the young ladies in this village. I do, as well, but not as often as Zachariah.
Generally speaking, my brother is more well-liked than I am. That is inevitable since he has more exposure to the people than me. He often trekked around the different towns to mingle with the people and to be more hands-on with the governing of the kingdom.
I, on the other hand, am just pampered in the castle. As much as I want to explore just as much as my brother, my mother is simply against that idea. She fears that I may be harmed outdoors, or be exposed to unwanted influences.
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