[ If time truly could be rewound, there would be no secrets between them. If Nuala were any other soul, keeping her thoughts and experiences from his knowledge, he would force them from her as his rightful due. But she is not. She is, in fact, the one person on Earth (or in any realm) that he prizes above all others. Some may whisper that his reverence for his twin is unhealthy, but the strength of it cannot be denied.

Fingers shift, lacing around hers in a surer grip, his breathing slow and even as they stand there. Her heart beat is his anthem again, as it should be. ]

If it concerns father, I am loathe to hear it, sister. He will not listen to me. [ A pause, puff of breathe ruffling the hair above her ear. ] He is well, I hope? Word reached me when the throne crossed to America.