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The young siren princess sat in her champers, perched upon her bed. Her dangling legs swinging beneath the billowing full skirt of her gown. Causing it to ruffle out every time either of her legs met the soft material. Today was her sixteenth birthday, a day that a young woman came into who she was and was now able to be courted by various suitors. She released a small sigh as she laid back on her bed, her hand rising to shield her eyes. It was still early in the morning, far before the time she was expected to rise from her chambers. Yet she was unable to sleep any longer and had already crawled from her bed, bathed and dressed.

This time, as her father had told her, was a time to celebrate. Yet..the only emotion she felt was the familiar ache gnawing at her heart. Lucas... Her twin was not here to celebrate they birth and had not been her since she was ten. It was a long, lonely six years to be spent away from her brother she just prayed that he was alright. The young princess pressed her lips together in a flat line as she sighed and closed her eyes tightly.

Her mind seeking the familiar path to Lucas's yet.. was instantly greeted by a strong block. It had been this way for awhile now. Lucas blocking her mind from touching his. It was a cruel shock to her heart each time she tried. Though it was her own fault for giving herself false hope that she would be able to speak to her brother on their birth day.

"Lucas." She whispered. "Stay safe and happy birth day." She said with a small sigh before pushing up off of the bed allowing her feet to slip into the comfort of her slippers. Mishka wiggled her toes with in the satin slippers before moving around her bed toward the large oak vanity that sat along the wall adjacent to her elegant bed.

Lightly she took her seat in the chair that sat just in front of it. Her pale sapphires tracing her delicate features before she leaned forward and ran a finger just beneath her lower lid. Her eyes were puffy from the tears she's shed the night before. Her normally bright blue jewels were dull and red rimmed. It had been too long since she'd heard from Lucas and the telepathic block that he had in place was keeping her from contact. The two had been inseparable their entire lives...well till Lucas was ten and taken to train in the military. But even then the two continued to converse. This...this was just too much for her.

With a huff she rose to her feet in a single fluid motion before her fingers wove together, clasping just in front of her and paced the length of her room. Her restless mind wondering, trying to grasp why he'd chosen isolation from his sister...who was his twin no less. She just didn't understand. "Oh when I get a hold of him he is in soo much trouble." She hissed, chewing on her lower lip her hands beginning to twist as she strode briskly from one end of her chambers to the other.

The petite woman nearly leaped from her skin as a light knocking on the door echoed through her room. Mishka turned slowly about as a young chamber maid entered the daughter of Wrath's room. "Oh you're already dressed?" She asked quickly dipping into a polite curtsy before moving into the room. Her pale emerald gaze sweeping across the room taking in that the princess in her boredom had tided up the room.

"Yes I have been for some time now. What is that?" She asked, her chin raising toward the object the other woman held. The servants gaze fell to what she held and her eyes went wide as she hurried across the camber and held out the box to the princess.

"It arrived this morning, from your mother. With this note." She said as one hand slipped free it's grip of the present and into the pocket of her apron. Retrieving an folded note for the halfbreed princess. Mishka's lips curled into a smile. Unweaving her fingers both hands moved forward and took hold of the object parallel to them. Mishka held the note carefully between two fingers as she settled the box into her palm and took in it's beauty. It was a jewelry box made from a sturdy piece of oak and polished to perfection. Along the lid were various floral designs that wove together around the wrath crest.

"Oh it's beautiful." Mishka murmured her pools alight, dancing with appreciation as she looked up toward the maid for a small moment before her fingers slid across the seam of the lid and lifted it. Rings, necklaces, ear rings and a broach already filled the gift from the older siren. The princess handed the box to the other woman before sliding her finger beneath the seal and unfolding the note from her mother.

Her lips were tugged upward into a smile, her eyes dancing with a joy, with a gleam that they had not known for some time now. Her mother, the beautiful, dazzling siren had wrote her. Yes the two conversed regularly but the note accompanying the gift lifted her spirits tremendously. "You can set that on the vanity.. I'll be alright. Go on." She uttered with a wave of her hand before turning her back toward the maid, her pale seas of blue following the path of her mothers words.

Her pools skimmed the letter once more before turning her attentions behind her, making certain that the maid had left and the moment she realizes she was alone the princess went to her vanity to explore her new trinkets. She lifted the lid and her gaze lingering on each piece of jewlery before finding a sapphire lined with beautiful diamonds placed on a ring. Mishka's fingers took hold of it as her she set the note down next to her mothers gift and soon wore the ring. Turning her hand in various directions as she examined the way it danced in the early morning light. Her smile growing larger and instantly the woman-child turned on heal her pools fixed upon her new ring and left her chambers.

Nearly sprinting down the hall as she hunted for her brother Lincoln. Her eldest brother, he would surely love to see her new present from her mother. Soon Mishka halted just outside of his room. Her fingers curling into a fist as she lightly knocked on the door. Once....twice....three times before her hand fell to her side and she eagerly waited on the eldest Masterson to answer her call.

The wait for her eldest brother truly weighed on the young princess. She was far to excited to just stand there and wait for him. In truth she was half tempted to rush into his chambers (whether he dress or not) and share the news with him. She chewed lightly on her lower lip and cast her gaze down the hall. Already coming to life as maids moved quickly to open the curtains and removing every bit of dust that lingered on the furniture. The faint squeak of the door handle turning pulled Mishka’s attentions promptly back to the door. Her pale pools seeming to take on a life of their own as they danced with her excitement.

The waiting to see her brother felt like an eternity as she waited for her brother to fully open the door--even if it was really only a mere second. The young youth’s lips turned into a grin as she looked at her slightly disheveled appearance of her brother. Even as he greeted her with a smile his hand passed over his golden unruly hair trying to smooth it over. “Good morning Lincoln.” She retorted, her melody weaving with the faint melody of the siren that was slowly rearing it’s head. Of course Mishka had always had a heavenly voice but now--there was more to it. A sort of pull. A pull that would cause many heads to turn toward her. To be aware of the enchanting melody that vibrated from her throat.

Her smile grew as he spoke and pulled her into a hug, her lashes head her light hues as the warmth of his mouth pressed to her cheek in a loving manner. “I was rather restless last night, I must say.” She frowned as they parted. “I tried to reach Lucas, it seems that he doesn’t want to talk to me.” The young princess uttered, her cords giving way to her sorrow. She and her twin were so close and it had killed her when he had been taken from her to be part of the military. The only thing that had given her her sanity back was the fact that they could still converse and it gave her some solace.

Again her grin returned and her lashes rose, giving way no hint of sorrow that had been woven with in her cords moments before. “Yes I hope so too. Minus the fact that father has already received notice of suitors that will be arriving today. I’m am not to happy about being paraded around in front of these men.” She grimaced and looked down, catching sight of the ring that she’d just received from her mother. “Though this has made my day slightly more interesting and a wonderful gift to wake to.” Her hand rose to show him the gem that decorated her slender fingers. “It, along with others, were a gift from my mother.”

The chestnut haired female walked into his room, following him as he moved to his desk. Her movements halting a few feet back from him. Pale irises watched as he lifted something from his desk and turned toward her. Her pools traced the oddly shaped weapon. Though by it’s length and the slender hilt she could see that it was a blade of sorts. But not one she was accustom to seeing in their kingdom. Her brow rose as her brother held it out to her. Listening intently to the words the rolled from his tongue. They pulled her lips into a broad smile as her fingers rose to take it from his hand. “Maybe I can use it to curb your mother’s sharp tongue.” She teased with a small musical giggle.

It was no secret the Queen’s feelings for the young Masterson twins. No doubt she was the one who slandered the twin’s relationship with ridiculous lies of incest. Granted the young woman did not have a kind thing to say about the witch of a woman, and merely curved her tongue when she was near the heir to the thrown. Mishka’s pools fell the to blade as pulled away the sheath. Exposing the folded steal. Her pools grew in size as it the light danced off of it. Nearly allowing her to see her reflection. “It is beautiful.” She admitted as he spoke of his and Corrine’s desire to train.

She released another musical giggle. “Perhaps now I will dabble in such arts.” She murmured. “Especially with the men who are suppose to be visiting today. I feel as if I’m going to be placed on display brother. I’m not too fond of it.” A small frown curved her lips, emphasizing her dislike of such an idea. When he finally handed it to her she took it. Gripping the hilt with delicate fingers and it’s sheath. Peering down at it as if it were a fine instrument. “Thank you Lincoln.” She murmured as she carefully tucked it beneath one are and reached forward pulling her sibling into yet another hug. Her lips brushed his cheek before she lowered onto her heals. “I will cherish it always.” Again the enchanting melody of the siren slipped into her cords.

She could almost taste the magical spell that twisted with her words. Yet she was unaware of the price such a gift would cost her. Ignorant really in the way a siren’s voice enthralled those around her, men and women a like. Yes she had heard from her mouth and seen first hand what her mother could do. But believed herself to be safe from such a gift for she was a half-breed and human blood coursed with in her veins. Or--so she believed. The princess was unaware of the spell that had been casted upon her conception.

That her father had sought to have children who were more siren than human. Well at least in their abilities. The young woman pulled the blade from under her arm and looked up at her brother. “Speaking of our cousin do you think she will be attending today?” She asked her brow raising in question, yet her bright eyes dimmed slightly as her mind slid back to Lucas. How she wished he too was here with her to celebrate their birth. Mishka waited for her brother to answer before she spoke again.

“Have you spoke to Lucas? I know you travel far more than I do.” Actually she never really left their home unless it was to visit with her mother or occasionally go to court.