"Jealous?" She let the word roll over her tongue. It wasn't a foreign one so she understood. Jealousy is what one feels when they want something they cannot have. She felt that once, when she was young. She was jealous of all the maids and servants and tutors that were allowed to spend time with her brother when she wasn't. However her father told her that "'Jealousy is childish. Nothing good comes from wanting something you cannot have so hold fast to what you do have.'" Lorelai had mumbled her father's teachings. "I mean, that is what my father told me." Ever since, she allowed the gap to build between her and her brother, and when she met Isiah and Irena it was like she had gained two new friends in place of one.
Lorelai knew she should be supportive by either helping him move on her embrace his love for the queen, but she couldn't bring herself to be that way. Past the serene face, she was child once more. She was sad and angry and jealous. Why did they get to have love' even the smallest inkling of love while she, the illegitimate child was stuck inside where no one dared to even look at her. She was jealous, but she was still kind and Isiah was still someone she cared about.
"If the king is back, then it is best that you do not let him know how you feel. Avoiding her won't solve a thing." She tugged absently on a strand of hair. "Act professionally, so the Queen doesn't get an idea into her head." Lorelai said the last part with a good natured giggle as she looked up at Isiah. She was jealous and that feeling burned inside her chest. It was etched into her heart, this dark emotion and the princesses pure aura was turning sulfur at the edges.