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"I find you incredibly useful, Lily." he responded, tilting his head back toward the papers and the map. "If you had wings you'd belong to the country North East of here?" He murmured, shifting papers as Leo asked if he were to leave now. "Yes, I'll escort you, there's a library downstairs with information on that kingdom. A country as peaceful as ours I've heard, but snobbish as well and as old as time. The last part is rumors, when you're done with the girl's you can find me in the library." He said, looking back at the name before walking out, boots muffled by the carpeted floor. "Make sure Emily likes hers, and if they suggest changes, only do the small ones. I can't have them spoiled rotten like I was." And laughed going down the stairs, a hand going through the black hair.

The two princesses looked up, Annabelle and Martha, Emily was nowhere to be found.

"What is it?" Annabelle asked, pausing her play with the dolls and dollhouse. "Is it fun? Oh what is it tell me!"

Martha was looking up from her textbooks, pencil being balanced between her lips and her nose, lips puckered out to help with the support. It appeared to be magical and science notes, though most were scribbles and nonsense. Removing the pencil she sighed, sitting up from laying on her stomach. "Whatever it is it's more interesting then schoolwork." She groaned, rubbing her head. "My brain hurts with all this magic."

"Who knows, the dishwasher boy said something. I forgot what." Martha said, shrugging and taking the paper held out to her to look at it. It looked sort of girly, but upon closer inspection the knee length dressed looked like really baggy shorts. "What a weird design." She murmured, but she liked it, especially the shirt sleeves. "This is pretty cool, I can find a hat that could go with it. What's it gunna be made out of? Silk? Cotton?"

Annabelle thought a moment. "He said something about wanting to ask Emily a question in private. She ended up taking him somewhere, he wanted to go to the library but Emily said her brother was always in there so took him somewhere else." And looked at her drawing before squealing in delight. "This is absolutely beautiful! Look at all those frills! And it poofs! On and the over-coat is so cute!" Annabelle adored the image, giggling and squealing happily. "Oh I have the perfect shoes to match this! It must be pink, no! Every color! I have the perfect shoes to match this! Oh is this a fashion for nobles? Oh it's so beautiful. No doubt they'll wear it beautifully, especially the young ladies." She almsot seemed to get teary eyed at the thought. "Oh I want to grow up and be curvy and wear grown up heels! I want to be beautiful! Oh I need to grow up, if I drink more milk and eat more cheese my boobs will grow in faster."

Martha only stared, unamused at her sister's whines. "Your butt will get big too I hear, like the head maid's."

"Oh she's a round old woman, Martha! Don't make such insults! Waddles like a goose she does!"

"I thought it was girly at first, glad it isn't. Hum." and Martha rocked side to side gently. "Wool and cotton, since wool keeps you warm, and with the cotton it won't shrink as bad." A keen observation, something Martha thought to be common knowledge. "It has to be easy to wash to, in case you know, boys push them in mud."

"Oh, don't remind me." Annabelle huffed. "Ruined my best dress he did, that mean stable boy. What eleven year old is mean to someone as cute as me?!" She demanded, shaking her head before listening. "No! All colors! Same style in different colors! You could sell millions! Although yes, each style will be slightly different, five styles with minor differences, less lace, more frills. You need to attract the general public! Different colors and styles is bound to attract many women! Cheap silks and laces, but after adding the money you use to pay yourself for material and labor, well only the richest could afford it." A knack of business. "But that stable boy needs to stop pushing me and grabbing my hair. I keep on ruining my dresses and next time he does it I'll kick him between the legs." She huffed.

"So frilly it's disgusting."

"Your clothes are disgusting! Why do they look so boyish?"

Because it's practical."

"It's ugly!"

"That's true." Annabelle said. "I'd be bored, and looking hideious."

"Not if you were in my clothes." Martha murmured, ignoring the slappings of the paper.

"Can I keep this? It's so beautiful I'd hate to give it back. Oh but these are your sketches right?" She frowned looking at it before sighing.

"What's on the back?" And reached, grabbing the paper and flipping it over, spotting the rough sketches of their older brother. "Huh, why'd you draw him?"

Annabelle stared a moment before smiling. "Oh, are you not a romantic, Martha?! Miss Lily are you hiding yoru feelings from our older brother? Oh this is beautiful!" She said, standing on her feet and spinning. "What a pickle, a maid loves her master! How romantic, a love that won't be accepted anywhere!"

"I think you've been hanging out with the Prime Minister too much."

"Don't worry, Miss Lily, your secret is safe with me!" She cried, turning away and handing back the image.

Martha groaned. "You need to stop hanging out with him, brother says he's a weirdo."

Emily looked toward the door, standing a foot or two away from the brown-haired Justin, her own hazel locks hanging over her shoulders. She smiled. "Miss Lily, what are you here for? Justin was just mentioning you." Though it hardly seemed the case since his face was a deep red. The girl walked over curiously, looking up. "What did you need help with? Did you lose Brother?" and peered around the woman in case Elliot was standing behind her.

Emily took the sketch curiously and looked at it. At first her face fell, looking somewhat disappointed with the image. It seemed to lack something, it was boring, drab, plain. "Is this a gift for Annabelle or Martha?" She questioned, about to give it back before pausing and taking a second look at it. "Oh, I hadn't noticed that." Came the soft voice, bringing the parchment closer to her face. Embroidered, this outfit was embroidered, it was truly amazing,the curls and lines which dotted this way and that, especially around the edges it seemed most complicated. "This is beautiful."

"Can I see?"

"Of course." And handed the paper to the boy, allowing him to see it. Emily kept quiet before looking at Lily. "What is the dress for?"

"This looks expensive." He said with a weak grin.