Neither, another family member arrives

"You are such a mother's boy, Piotr," came a seductive, teasing voice. Another flash of purple-black flame appeared. When it disappeared a ravishing blonde woman in a black dress appeared, her incredible bust practically fighting her bodice to be free. The sleek dress highlighted her curvy hips and slim waist, a young woman who could easily inspire lust in men and women alike. Her icy blue eyes gave away her heritage.

"You say that like it is a bad thing, Svetlana," Piotr shot back, seemingly nonplussed at his sister's barb.

"Now now, children," Catherine chided. "You know I do not like it when you fight."

If Piotr was her favored son, Svetlana was Catherine's favorite daughter. Svetlana was intelligent, capable, and very cunning. She had admirers from all across the continent. She gave a bow to her mother.

"Apologies, Mother. Piotr is just so fun to tease," she said with mischievous charm. While Catherine was smooth and sultry in her movements, Svetlana was more playful. Piotr rolled his eyes, causing his sister to make a kissing sound his way. "I saw a handsome man leave on my way in. Was that Sumatra's prince?"

"It was."

"Mm, a prime specimen of pure maleness," Svetlana mused.

"He is Mother's, Svetlana," Piotr warned.

"There's no need for that," Catherine said, turning a scolding glance Piotr's way. "You know your sister would not take a man I have slated for my own."

Piotr cast his head down slightly. "You are right, Mother. Forgive my rashness."

"Quite all right, Piotr. Perhaps now would be a good time for you to make your trip to Sarmata."

Svetlana raised an eyebrow. "Why is he going there?"

"I am to seduce Prince Casimir's bride," Piotr informed, taking a cheeky tone with his sister.

Now it was Svetlana's turn to grumble. "I could do that! Mother, permit me to go instead."

Catherine fought the urge to chuckle. In their own way Piotr and Svetlana were fond of each other, but they bickered as much as any siblings, perhaps more so.