"Twins? Do you look alike? Are you anything alike?" she asked curiously. "Charles - my brother - and I are three years apart, nothing at all alike, but having everything in common... if that makes any sense," she paused and thought for a second. "He's a lot more adept than I - a much quicker learner for sure. He'd make a great king one day," she said fondly. That is, after eating lots and lots of crow, she silently added.
"Crown prince or not though he's an awfully over-protective older brother, but he's the best brother and friend I could ever ask for," she explained. It wasn't easy making acquaintances when all you did was stay cooped up in the castle with only the occasional visit from the children of noblemen, who Angie was quite sure wanted nothing to do with entertaining "her highness." The few friendships she managed to fostered never lasted, seeing as how if it wasn't the next month, or the one after that, they would move on, and Angie hadn't the heart to be selfish enough to demand a playmate of her own. Someone to spend, against their will, every moment with her. Her ladies-in-waiting more than overflowed the quota already.
"Hardly!" she exclaimed. "We'll keep it between the two of us, and whoever we happen to tell in the process so long as word doesn't get back to our mothers," she said with mock solemnity holding out her hand to seal the deal. When Penny confessed she wasn't all too familiar with Greenville herself, Angie shrugged. "Then we'll stumble around it together ourselves. Few months makes you the expert over me. Do you have a favorite shop?" she inquired. "We could start there!"