There was a bite to her voice which I'd recently noticed from her and her brother, when talking about the other.
Harper and Henry seemed always at odds with each other, but they normally worked it out without my involvement.
But with how much fire burned in their eyes lately, was I to intervene?
"You both will work on it together. And both report back to me. Together is when you work best."
I decided on this. Forced proximity always bonded the twins, patching them up to how they were.
'I've learnt from my first life not to meddle too much in family relationships.'
Harper nodded unconvincingly, while fidgeting impatiently with her maid's gown as she always did. Probably feeling the urge to spin a dagger between her fingers.
I would have commented on the tension in her grip, or the way her frown deepened when I mentioned working together, if not for the knock on our waiting carriage.
