They were blood cousins for goodness sake! How could he even think such a thing.
Was it really true what Yeren had said - that the Straught family had history for doing such despicable things?
"Over my dead body." She told him through gritted teeth.
She saw the ghost of a smirk tip the corners of his lips upwards, but it vanished so quickly that she thought she had imagined it.
He was just twelve. By the time he grew up, his fantasies about Aurora would fade into nothing.
Her arms around Aurora tightened and she pressed a kiss to her sister's head.
No stupid boy would touch her sister under her watch. She had failed her once - and the consequence was ugly enough to leave lifelong scars - she wouldn't do it again.
A knock on the carriage wall from her was all it took to get the carriage moving again.
Every once in the while, the carriage would bump terrible as it rolled through the faulty road.
Arlan stared out the window the whole time, clenching and unclenching his fingers.
