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 ”You do love me~”Squishes his lips against his baby sister’s cheek lovingly, arms snuggled around her in a playful manner.

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"Setta? What's this about our one night stand ending up on the internet?" Her face was pale with horror.

“I am handling it. Ithnan will kill the perpetrator and destroy the video. After that, with our connections, we’ll make sure it never meets the eyes of anyone else.”

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"Oh, now you're shy?"

“I was drunk. My mind wasn’t in the right place. So yes. Now I’m shy.” Setta fixed his skewed glasses. “We are not to speak of this and we will delete each other’s numbers. Agreed?”

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“You aren’t a beast, brother,” she said. “I can promise you that. And I can also promise you that I love you dearly.”

"Many would disagree with you, sister,” Kouen sighed “I honestly find it remarkable that you do so.”

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“How did you get those?” she asked, staring up at her older cousin. “Do they hurt?” Then after a pause. “Can you teach me to fight like you?” She really admired Kouen. She wanted to be just like her when she grew up.

“Fighting alongside your brothers, your Grace,” Kouen answered, managing the smallest of smiles for her younger cousin “they used to hurt, but not anymore.”

At her question, Kouen blinked in surprise.

“Why do you wish to learn?” she asked, both to avoid answering yes or no, and because she was genuinely curious.

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The princess was no more than sixteen, training hard in one of the courtyards of the palace. It was hard to find the time, given there were still plenty of people who thought that a woman shouldn’t fight, but Kouen paid them no mind.

She had Hakuyuu and Hakuren’s faith in her skill, and that was enough for her.

The sun was hot, and she was sitting to take a break, so she was in nothing but trousers, and the bandages used to bind her breasts so she wouldn’t be in pain. The sound of small footsteps, and an equally small hand suddenly going over one of the scars on her back, had Kouen turning to see who was with her.

Her eight year old cousin, Hakuei.

“Your Grace,” Kouen started, hesitant “is something bothering you?”