"Good to see you back, King!" I retorted with a smug grin.
"Stop it! You know how much I dislike you calling me that. C'mere, Hermit!"
He pulled and headlock me, ruffled roughly on my already beautifully tied ponytail. In retaliation, I bit his arm enough for him to yelp in disgust but not in pain.
"Nyenyenye!! Tit for tat!" My tongue instinctively rolled out to mock him, an unbefitting attitude of a royal in the eyes of their subjects.
Nevertheless, it was a wholesome feeling to have my big brother back home and to act childish without putting a Princess front. All those awkwardness being alone with Dad flushed away instantly as I felt truly at home with Danish around.
"Anywaaaaay... What have you been doing, apart from memorising the layout of your bedroom and its furniture?"
A poke into his rib I did and answered him, "Nothing much but studying. I swear there's no reason for me to learn all this healing thingy."
"Oh, come on now. How bad can it be?"
