Edward swung his legs again and again, kicking at the air like he was fighting invisible monsters.
He sat on the bed in Vivian's room, staring at his brother through the mirror.
"Brother, are you done yet?"
He complained, dragging the words out as if they weighed a ton.
He and his mother had arrived at the royal palace with his grandfather earlier in the evening.
And the moment he arrived he was with his brother.
Now it was around 7:30, and the palace buzzed with noise as everyone got ready for the celebration.
"Why are you in a hurry?"
Vivian said, calmly combing his hair back.
He didn't even look stressed.
He wore a clean black formal suit, sharp and neat, and Edward wore the same design, because Vivian had dressed him himself.
Edward frowned.
He liked the outfit, he really did, but watching his brother take his sweet time was torture.
"You said it would only take a minute," Edward muttered. "It's been forever."
