Síomha smiled at Etielle as she made her way out. She was grateful that she had such a friend to relay on, especially during such a troubling time. She made her way to her bookshelf, knowing that she had a book on the Goddesses somewhere around here. Finding it wedged in the corner on the topmost shelf; she pulled it out and settled down with the book in her lap. She spent the rest of the afternoon caught up in it, rereading all her favorite myths and legends that had moved her as a child before diving into the history. The hours passed as she thumbed through the book, until at last the door to her room was thrown open. “Come on Síomha,” an all too annoying voice rang out. “It you’re late to the feast, Mother’s going to kill you.”
Síomha glanced up at her brother, his mop of red hair hanging over his eyes, but did not move from her chair. He leaned back against the wall, eying her with a harsh glance as he waited. “The book will still be there later.” When his younger sister didn’t move, he sighed and closed the gap between them. “Hey Sheev,” he said softly, using his nickname for her that she hadn’t heard in years, “you remember how I was when Helvyna came for the first time?” Síomha nodded, a smile on her face. “I was nervous too, but I’m sure that whatever this Alois man is like, Mother would not do wrong by you.”
His confidence in their mother shook her to her core, and she finally glanced up at him, the worry quite evident in her eyes. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
Dónal nodded. “Sheev, it’s overwhelming and sad and kind of terrible. But it’s our fate,” he reassured her, though there was a sadness in her voice that he could not hide. “Let’s go to the feast.”
Síomha stood up, straightening her dress and throwing her shoulders back in pride. Turning to her brother, she locked eyes with him. “Just because it was your fate, does not mean it has to be mine.” She turned and walked regally out of the from, Dónal following her with an amused look on his face. His dear younger sister, foolish girl that she was, was going to get her idealistic little heart broken.
Not glancing back at him, Síomha made her way to the grand hall where the servants had already prepared for the feast. Brónach was there, supervising the last minute preparations, and gestured to her children to come closer. “There you are. The feast will be starting shortly, I hope you are ready to greet our important guests.” Síomha merely nodded, scanning the room as the other nobles made their way in, but there was still no sign of Etielle.