**Lux Aterma—Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet**
"It's unfortunate that the boy you've your eyes on will soon be stolen by our prodigal sister. But then again that is just what she is good at…stealing positions, stealing prestige, stealing men…."
It wasn't until Doris spewed those bitter words did Rose turn her attention to Ember for the first time. The young girl, who had been acting all along like she didn't exist on the table now wore an ugly scowl.
"What do you mean Doris?" She said in a dreary tone, "what's going on between Dylan and…Elara?" She finished angrily like the idea of calling Ember's name caused boils to grow on her face.
Doris rested a carefully arched eye on Ember. "Didn't you hear? It's said that our father plans to marry Dylan to our royal sister. While I am engaged to some country bumpkin, some sick sister who should be dead gets to have a Duke's son...." She's trailed, going off point much to her younger sister's rage.
