I nodded, taking a seat opposite him. The room fell into a comfortable silence, the air pregnant with unspoken questions and untold stories. It was as if time stood still, allowing us the space to explore the complexities of our newfound sibling relationship.

“I heard you got a beautiful wife, and she is a commoner,” I repeated the tales I heard from the servants.

“Yes. Technically, she is a commoner, but she is a hunter’s daughter, Princess,” he replied.

My eyes widened in surprise to learn that his wife was a hunter’s daughter. Throughout childhood, I knew that hunters were dangerous and scary. “Can you sleep peacefully with a hunter’s...