[center][h1][i][color=6ecff6]|Helena and Henrik|[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

A sardonic expression contorted Helena’s face, yet it stayed in the same perpetual apathy. This woman was weak, Helena thought, her shoulders sagging unnoticeably and her eyes wandering away. She was bored now without the chicken around to keep her occupied. At this rate, she might as well go to her dorm – nothing else interesting seems to be lurking around. She didn’t say a word to Henrik as she began to walk away, not even bothering to listen to Hester’s words.

“Where are you going?” Henrik called after Helena, but she didn’t bother giving him an answer. He would figure it out soon enough; it was rather obvious, after all. “Fine, go to bed then, lazy.”

Helena ignored the jab, though if they were back at the house, it would have been called for a good chewing out by their mother or grandmother. She didn’t care really – men [i]were[/i] inferior, of course, but why should she care about what they do when she is secure in mind with that thought? 

“No, she’s always been like that.” Henrik muttered to Hester, shrugging his shoulders without a care. He sounded almost absent-minded, as if he was somewhere far away rather than right then and there. “She’s a poster child for our kind.”

His statement was true though. Ever since he was little, Helena received praise for her lack of emotions and steeled heart. Of course, Henrik was always admonished for being a boy, but they kept him around, which is all that he could ask for. Around the age of four, when Helena began to show a distinct shine to Henrik, seeing him as an equal rather than someone beneath him, a brother rather than a servant, the Björkman matron made sure that their relationship was on level as it should be. Helena was often taken unceremoniously from Henrik’s company with a rather weak excuse such as school or Huldra duties. It didn’t matter, though – Helena was loyal to Henrik, her brother, and stayed by his side. Perhaps that’s why he was never kicked out of the family. Part of him wanted to be jealous of how precious they found Helena, but he couldn’t be really, he loved her too much.