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The princess was mildly surprised at the strength Lily had to effortlessly pick her up with one swoop of the arm, but she in return curled up against the servant, trying not to cry. "It does not help when Annabelle and Martha catch all the eyes of men." She murmured, continuing to wipe her eyes. It just wasn't fair, she was meant to be plain. But at the mention of glasses she looked up. "All sorts of styles?" She questioned. "There were brightly colored pairs? And thick pairs? I've seen Father with a pair of spectacles, and brother might have some buried away. But theirs were so simple." And plain, simple and plain. "But, but who made it her role? Who made Annabelle the frilly one?"

She frowned, continuing to lean against the Falian. "No, Annabelle will get mad at me and try to rip them. I would like to look at them as a whole then in rags." She murmured. "I will keep to my dresses so the pretty ones aren't ruined." It was the sad truth in Emily's eyes, and her very first taste of sibling rivalry and jealousy. "But to change the topic, I've been studying Elliot, and we have quite a lot of maids, more so then butlers." She paused, unsure how to properly word it with the childish vocabulary she had. "Does brother not like girls? I mean, he likes them and talks to them, but, I don't know. He doesn't seem to like like them. Am I wrong? I know the Nalenyr Kingdom, while we don't discriminate on boys who love boys, we don't exactly talk about it a lot either."

If Annabelle considered her a threat? Well she certainly didn't want to go to war with Annabelle. Maybe it was just best to comply for now. Comply and be plain, but at least Martha had stood up for her. "Don't tell brother, he's been sick a lot and busy a lot. I don't want to make him more busy and more sick. He's been nothing but busy and sick. I don't know what's wrong with him. Maybe he got something from Reta?" She asked, the bedroom coming into view. "May I please be set down?" She asked, speaking once more. "You learn about people by watching them first, then listening around second. And I've watched brother a lot. And Dad and the Prime Minister. Mom always said Dad was with him more then her, and I hardly see them alone." She let her feet touch the carpet. "So if what I think is true, Brother would make it more acceptable. But I only study, if I told Martha or Annabelle about my research they'd tell everyone. Annabelle is a gabby girdy."

Emily smiled, "It isn't impossible, just kept a secret." She responded in response to Lily's comment on their hypothetical relationship being impossible. Now she wasn't eager for them to get together, but if it happened she could accept it. Lily was a nice woman after all. "And if you really want you can." It was a more shy sentence, princess walking into the bedroom, her brother dressed in a more red and blue color scheme of sorts.

Elliot looked up from fixing Annabelle's hair. "Oh, welcome back you too. Emily, Martha has given me some insight as to why you ran out, so Annabelle has subjected herself to punishment."

"I don't know what it is though." she said, pink hair being put in a ponytail. "He said he wanted to do something with my hair. I can withstand a french braid." And held still, beginning to feel a small chill.

Emily instinctively touched her own before her eyes went wide, watching the ice cover a little more then half of the long hair. Martha was doing her best to hold back a smile. And with a loud snap Elliot had successfully given her a hair cut, letting the remaining ice on her hair melt while tossing the chunk onto the floor.

"You can still make a french braid with it. Oh, the chef prepared fruit, how thoughtful of him." And lowered his ears as Annabelle felt for her missing hair, quickly giving a shriek of panic as the pony tail was let loose, tears in her brown eyes.

"H-How could you?!"

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." the prince murmured, taking the plate with a smile "Thank you, Lily."

"But short hair isn't beautiful! Men like long hair! I cannot grow up and get married with short hair! Pigtails and ponytails will be hideious with this length of hair!"

"On the bright side, it'll grow out, and in a few months it'll be half brown and half pink." Martha pointed out.

The girl stopped her crying, turning to glare at Martha. "Th-This is your fault." She choked out, having nothing to throw except a hair ribbon. It only flew a foot before falling. "This is all your fault, Martha!" And sobbed into Lily's clothes.

Another sniffle made Elliot turn, Emily working hard to hold back her tears. "Heaven forbid, why are you crying?" And removed himself from the bed to his sister. This was too much crying for an afternoon. Where was the Prime Minister when you needed him?

Emily quickly explained everything she had told Lily about this morning, tears spilling and how it was her fault Annabelle was punished and she wouldn't wear frills again before falling onto her brother like Annabelle to Lily.

Martha stood there before covering her ears and closing her eyes. "if you two continue to cry I'll cry! Lalalala! I'm going to the stables! Lalala!" And quickly ran out of the room, leaving the prince and Falian to tend to the girls.

The prince's mind was working quickly, trying to figure out how to stop them both from crying. Normally he only dealt with one. Think, he had to know something. "Okay, we're going to your mother's room. Lily, please follow me." And picked the girl up with ease, walking out the door.

"Wh-Why?" Annabelle asked.

"I've an idea." was the response, walking the halls quickly before finding the ornately decorated door. turning the knob he entered the absent queen's chambers. He didn't speak, continuing to carry Emily who was clinging to him, free hand going through boxes and drawers, tossing what he needed on the bed. It appeared to be colored powders and face paint.

(( make-up. =w= but it wasn't called make-up then. I learned something! o: ))

Annabelle nodded, sitting down as Lily worked with her god awful short hair. She almost looked like Martha, it was terrible. She didn't want to look like a boy. But curious brown eyes went to her brother and Emily. He seemed to know what he was doing.

And Elliot did. He recalled countless hours of watching his mother put her face on, taking it off, redoing it. He knew the order from powders to paints, which colors worked. Once she'd put some on him, wasn't the best day of his life but he had fun since his mother had been having fun. "There you are. Since you'll be wearing glasses soon, the powder around your eyes will bring them out, even from behind." He murmured, adding the final touches to her lips. "Now no looking. Neither of you can look at yourselves until you are both completed."

Emily touched her face, the powder feeling somewhat foreign. "We'll have to wear this when we're of courting age, right?"

"Correct." He responded, allowing the girls to switch places before looking at Annabelle.

Emily looked up at Lily before giving a nervous smile. She'd never had her hair done before, and Annabelle looked really nice with hers.

Emily felt herself blush, Elliot finding a mirror for them to look. She was beautiful. For a moment she thought she was Annabelle. "This is really pretty." She murmured softly.

Annabelle nodded, looking at the curve of her hair. "This is gorgeous. I look nothing like Martha." And smiled, glancing at her sister. "Don't cry you'll ruin the powder!"

"But I'm so beautiful." She sniffled, working hard to not ruin it.

"Well then," Elliot said. "You girls get to do Lily's hair. I'll be doing her face." And forced the boy to sit down on the bed, girls crawling on top to look at the long hair. They had a plethora of options,discussing amongst themselves as the prince picked through colors.

"The master wishes it." Elliot said with a nod. Lily was naturally beautiful, he didn't need to put on any powder or paint. But it was to cheer up the girls.

The girls were quick to learn that Leo's hair was practically water, braiding it before Annabelle pulled some ribbons from her dress, the hair undone. The eldest triplet wanted to hate it, the youngest adored it.

Elliot got the powder ready, the clock centimeters from her face when she spoke, ears perking. "Pardon?"

"Oh can we please?" Annabelle asked. "You'd look wonderful! I've seen Daddy wear powder on occassion! You should practice!"

Emily nodded. "Though there's not much we can do to his hair."

Elliot frowned at Leo. He'd lost before he could form a defense, but the prince began to apply the powder. The queen had quite a lot of browns, to his surprise, so he was using those to bring out the cerulean eyes he loved so much, using lighter tones for blush and his lips. "Your ears, are they pierced?" He asked, finishing up with the powders.

The girls had stolen all the ribbons in the room and weaved them within the purple tinted locks, the black hair intermingling with splashes of color.