"Nico? Vic sent over some camellia blooms, would you like them in your room?"

I stepped into my little sister's room, and I could only stop, surprised by what I found.

Nicolli's room was essentially flooded with flowers of every sort, vases and bouquets and arrangements laying on every available surface.

Picking one up, I found a message from a duke of the Furein continent, the card such smooth, quality material crusted in gold designs and waxed a golden leaf-- a string of woos was scripted in cursive, addressing a fateful encounter on a moonlit night--

I crunched the letter to pieces in my hand.

"Nico!" I raised my voice, "I've told you time and again to write rejection letters for these insolent--" the words trapped in my throat and I had half a mind to rip the hair out of my scalp, trying my best to filter through my words before I said horny pigs, "you are engaged to the prince, for god's sake!"

I marched through the row of vases and delicately wrapped gifts, and found myself facing a sobbing little princess.

"But, dear sister," her voice was brittle and small, "there were just so many, that I didn't know where to begin."

Dolled up in her baby blue dress, she sniffled, teary-eyed, and looked at me hopefully.

I gave a long, suffering sigh of utter defeat.

"Miss Corinne, could you fetch Mister Kristoff? And maybe a few more helping hands to get all of these out of the way," I called out to my sister's personal maid-- an experienced lady who simply nodded and rushed away from her position. 

Hands at my hips and brows furled into the sternest glare I could muster, I prepared myself to give a speech, but found no words to say.

My teary-eyed, most beautiful and adorable child in this country sans the princess of the kingdom, is a crying mess.

C'mon, you're a villainess, I reminded myself, you can be strict with your sister. Go on, scold her. Tell her off. Don't care if you make her cry more, steel your heart.

She looked up at me, a pleading look in her eyes.

You're a villainess Avelynn, puppy dog eyes don't work on you. You're the cruel little witch that--

"Alright, I'll help you out with writing them all, so let's get started, okay?" I brushed my hands over a trail of tears at her cheek, "you're a big girl now, so no more crying!"

No! That wasn't what I was supposed to do! Avelynn you're supposed to YELL at her!

And she bloomed into the brightest smile I've ever seen.

Dear lord, you're spoiling her, Avelynn!