Troubled

[Cecily Rambolt]

Cecily swallowed back a gasp as a shadow passed across her vision. She looked up the few inches that separated her from the woman in front of her and did a double take. Wasn't she just in the parlor? Then information which Prodan had helpfully provided her over the course of their relationship sunk in. Twins. Two sets of twins. Oh just perfect, she thought with a quirk of her lips. She wasn't sure what to make of either one of them. They were both beautiful in their pale blonde good looks and elegant way they handled themselves; much like their older brothers.

"Thank you," she replied, eyebrow quirking, "your nephew seems to think so at least."