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Memory #1

The first thing that rings through your mind: a field, in summer. The smell of grass and peaches. A hand gripping yours, then letting go softly. The soft in out breathing of someone you care about deeply.

“Blair.” Your eyes flutter with the sound. “Come on, Blair! Wake up!” The voice sounds annoyed, but kind, like chimes in a windstorm. You feel a warm hand gripping yours, which opens your eyes to see a face- your mirror image, save for years shaved away and a mole on the right side of the chin. The person smiles. “We have a big day ahead of us!” The figure prances down a hill of grass, her chime-like laughter fading away as you return to reality.

Memory #2

Tuesdays were your least favorite days, because you were inside all day. Endless meetings. Endless tea cakes (raspberry today). Endless talk of sorting out estates, duties, incidents. Endless men with furrowed brows staring at each other, staring at you, staring at her. You’re called by the wrong name 3 times, which ________ is quick to laugh at. ________. What? Of course, it’s ________. How could you forget your own sister’s name?

Memory #3

“I don’t want you out there.” The chimes in her voice are back again, but they sound like they’re breaking, coming lose. “The states are already too agitated from our new policies, and if they saw both of their princes in full armor, well…” Her words are not meant to hurt, but intention no longer matters here. “Let me go. I know how to handle a crowd.”

Your sister’s hair is escaping its ponytail, and there’s dirt on her face. As servants help her out of her regalia, you approach with shaking steps. When she catches you in the corner of the eye, she begins to rave. “There’s something going on here, I just. I know it.” She glances left and right at the servants, before dismissing them outright. “Blair, I need you to listen to me. I don’t… I don’t know who we can trust. EVERY region in uprising at the same time? And for what?” She’s pacing the room, her words spilling out like a fountain. “There’s someone.. there’s someone pulling the strings, I-.” You grab her hand. You don’t know what else to do, but it helps her. You see the lines in her face disappear, and she takes a deep breath.

Trivia

• They had only recently lost their arm... how they do not know
• They remember that they were a prince... maybe back on earth?
• They have a sister, but where are they?