Daryn and Daelyn eventually sat at the far end of the table, listening to the conversations around them. Daelyn picked at a piece of bread, staring at the lines in the wooden table. Daryn found a bowl of fruit, popping small pink berries into her mouth, eyes darting from face to face, following conversation. The female mage who had healed her earlier seemed to be close to the prince, who was acting like a baby and not eating. She had to make him eat, telling a story about how she threatened him at one point and time. Daryn laughed to herself, shaking her head. She had to remind herself that he was just a boy, young enough to still be naïve about the world. Young enough to still not understand the pain it caused its inhabitants. Even Daryn herself didn't quite get it, and this cruel land had taken her mother. The king who had just deemed her unfit to be a knight had ordered her mother to be executed, on her knees in front of the entire village. Daryn didn't see the king in Prince Triver's eyes, though. Maybe there was hope still.
Both of them were caught off guard when the prince approached them. Daelyn looked up, bowing his head low, gazing up at the prince. Daryn found her tongue, bowing her head as well.
"Thank you, your majesty," she said, with a smile. Daelyn watched her, waiting for the sea to boil in her eyes. He knew of her temper and inability to think before she spoke. He had long ago given up on stopping her. He didn't see that, though. Instead, he watched her smile, a cute little smile. Daryn was attractive, if you didn't look just like her. She continued, "We are both very sorry that you had to be present for the trials. By listening, we know how much pain it has brought you. May you never have to endure it again." Daelyn was surprised, letting his face show it. She was never so kind. Daelyn wondered what she saw in the prince's young face.
"Your majesty," a voice said, over them, "May I please take these two with me at this time? I must show them to their new quarters and see them to rest." This was Enn, standing behind the two of them. Daryn found a window, noticing that darkness had fallen. Daybreak would creep up on them, and her body still ached from the trials. She wanted a bath to scrub the blood and filth off her body. Enn grabbed them both by the arm and made them come, allowing them both to bow and excuse themselves. They followed behind him, quietly.
The knight's quarters were closest to the king's quarters. They were near the stables, little stone rooms set all in a line. The doors were wooden, solid doors, with gaps that would let air in. Enn led them down to the end of the line, to a room that's door hung off the hinges. He pulled a string of keys off his belt, unlocking the door, although Daelyn was sure he could have kicked it down first. They were led inside. The room itself had one bed and one tub, empty. The bed had a blanket folded neatly on top of it, covered with a thin layer of dust.
"You will find a change of clothes on the bed. I will bring uniforms for you when I know your new position," Enn said, watching the twins move around and inspect the dirty corners of the dungeon-like room. "Latrine is out back, and you'll find water there as well." With that, he left them standing in the dark room, staring at each other.
"You find a light, and I will fetch water for a bath," Daelyn said, walking out the door. Finding the candle wasn't hard, but feeling around in the dark for a match was. Daryn found it after some time, glad that the candle shone even a little light. It shed its light upon the center of the room, where she sat it. It didn't reach the corners, but she didn't wish to see the dirt accumulated there. She dug through the things on the bed, pulling out two new tunics and pants. She pulled the blankets over the bed, pulling her boots off.
Finding the water was a lot easier than expected. Men gathered around a well, shirtless for the most part, laughing with their entire chests. Daelyn walked through the crowd, hooking his bucket to the hook and lowering it down into the water. The other men just stared at him, probably wondering who he was. But no one talked to him. He raised the bucket back up and took the water back to the room. It took five trips to fill the tub, and many of the men who watched him gave up.
Daryn took a bath first, scrubbing every inch of her body with a torn off piece of her old tunic. They had found some dirty soap on the tub, cleaning it with the cold well water. The night's air was warm, and the cold water felt good, despite it all. Daryn liked the bite of the water, dressing in her new outfit to sleep in. She combed through her hair with her fingers, waiting on Daelyn to bathe. He came out shivering, clearly unhappy about his cold cleansing. They cuddled together in the tiny cot, face to face, forehead against forehead.
"I'm so proud of you," Daryn whispered, finding his hand under the blanket, "Mother would be proud." Daelyn felt his heart drop, smiling.
"You're just as magnificent as I expected," he replied, generating a laugh from his sister. She let out a long sigh and was quiet for the rest of the night. When Daelyn could be sure no one was coming in on them, he finally drifted to sleep, a rest that resembled death.
When the sun began to rise the next morning, a cock crowed it's wake up call somewhere across the palace. Orange beams of sunlight curved around the door, scattering across the dirty floor. The blanket was wet with morning dew, and Daelyn felt his hair standing up in all directions from the moisture in the air. He shook Daryn awake as he stood, stretching, getting his memories all back together from the day before. Daryn growled at him and rolled back over, asleep again.
"Daryn, Enn will be here at any moment," Daelyn said, shaking the cot under her. She punched him in the stomach, rolling out of bed with a angry look on her face. They took turns taming each other's now clean hair, picking out curls and knots. They almost looked like two different people when there was no dirt on their noses. A knock sounded on the door.
"Good morning, new kids," Enn said, coming on in, despite Daryn telling him to go away. "You two clean up very well," he added, looking over the two of them in their new blue tunics and black pants. The emblem of the kingdom was threaded onto their right sleeve. Enn's eyes drifted over Daryn a moment longer than she was comfortable with. The tunic was a little too short on her, coming up higher than she liked. It was also too small, showing that she definitely was a lady. Earlier, the twins tried swapping out, but Daryn's was embarrassing on Daelyn.
"You'll be glad to know that Prince Triver has requested for you to be his personal knights," Enn said, smiling at both of them.