She tilted her head thoughtfully. "They are twins... and there were rumors of the younger one being sent off to foster, weren't there? If someone had told Gareth and I we must part when we were young, we would have fled. Life was never hard so long as you had your other half to help." It hurt to say it in past tense- it was still so true. But now they did not flee together. Kyra sighed.
"But there was so much unrest that night, and afterward... two children alone in the street? Two among many. Who could say they were princesses in the dark?" And what torment would ever be enough to return them to face separation? When they had taken Gareth away to foster, their nurse had spent weeks on alert as Kyra had tried every means of escape she could think of. Promises of frequent visits and a stern threat from her uncle had been needed to restore order.