““She’s nothing like we were at her age.” “I know.” I reply, bewildered. “Every responsibility I give her, every duty—she absorbs like a sponge. She thrives off of it.” “Mmm.” Nicholas grunts. “All your years of recklessness, all Sarah’s sweetness, and somehow you two managed to give birth to…” “Granny.” I finish for him. “Yeah.” It’s the damnedest thing. “She’ll make one hell of a queen, though.” Nicholas offers. “She will.” I nod, with pride. But then I frown. “It sucks that I’ll be too dead to see it.” My brother grins. ””
