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        _{She was going to miss Idun so much.}

         _{Almost to tears when her sister wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a much need embrace. Anesa help her sister tight. She couldn’t believe this was happening. All of the possibilities of how wrong this situation could go and the realization that if this prince that she might marry so pleased, Anesa might never see her sister again. So she held her a little tighter before Idun pulled away.}

       _{Anesa’s hands trembled as Idun held them and she forced a smal smile as her sister commented that if she were to be sent away for slouching, she’d be the next to go. “You never know, Mama always said I was more of a handful.”} 

       _{”Perhaps.” Anesa tried her best to keep her smile as her sister tried to think more positively. It was a nice thought to think that this prince might be kind, but she’d heard so many stories about arranged marriages gone wrong… “Maybe he’s kind… Maybe the palace there has a beautiful garden and large library. It could be a dream come true… But I don’t want to write. I want to be able to see you.”}

     "I know,“ Idun replied sadly, voice small, the smile sliding from her face again. "I do too. But… but we knew we couldn’t stay home forever. We’ll write and–and I’ll visit, and maybe you could visit me. Surely that should be all right? What’s the harm in that?”

     It wasn’t lost on her that their fate was being left in the hands of some foreign prince. If he didn’t want his wife seeing her sister then Idun would not be seen. But surely no man could be that cruel? And if he was, then what were Mama and Papa thinking, giving her sister over to him? Even the sake of their country didn’t seem worth giving up her twin for. Which Mama would probably blow her top about if she knew Idun thought that way, but she couldn’t help it. 

      “Anyway, if this prince really doesn’t want you to see any of us, then that’s not very good for international relations, is it? Just use that against him.” She was clutching at straws and she knew it. If he truly made up his mind in such a way, that was that. 

     Unable to help herself, she threw her arms back around Anesa’s neck, hiding her face. It took a few seconds of biting down on her lip to keep from crying. Crying never helped anyone. “I’m gonna miss you,” she mumbled.