“Noah, did father tell you that I will be joining you to go to college next week?” Diana queried her brother, taking one of the stools in the one room cabin that served as his studio.

He was currently painting. Diana didn’t understand what the painting was all about-it was yet to take shape-but it had a lot of red on it, just like all the recent artworks he has been working on.

Diana wondered if it was his new favorite color.

“Why? What changed your mind? I thought you mentioned that school was for lesser mortals. Why are you descending to our level, oh our royal majesty?”

Diana chuckled....