The Kingdom for herself and him as well.

Jenny crouched down in front of Marcus, so that her pretty face was level with his. The young prince shivered, feeling a faint blush tickle at his cheeks. She was staring at him so fiercely, he didn't know what to think. Only that it made him feel...strange. His heart was beating a little quicker, and there was this fluttering in his belly like a swarm of butterflies were nesting there.

"Little brother, which of us do you think would make a better king?" She asked him suddenly, the sound of her voice sending tingles down his spine.

"You." Marcus replied, without even having to think. It was obvious, wasn't it?

"That was what I told our Father, all those years ago." His older sister explained. She reached up a hand, and brushed a stray strand of silver hair from his forehead. Marcus shivered at her touch, her mailed fingers cold against his skin. "He knows how weak you are, how fragile, but he just would not see the truth. The throne would break you, brother, there's no question of it. To spare you that, I asked him to make me his heir instead. It would have meant a woman ruling our kingdom for the very first time, but isn't that better than leaving it in the hands of a weakling like you?" The young prince froze, unsure if she wanted him to answer or not. Hearing her say that stung a little. He knew he was weak and small and cowardly compared to her but still... "I would have protected you, kept you safe, but Father still refused." Jenny continued, eyes flashing with anger. "Even worse, he wanted to marry me off. Get me away from you, he said. I knew I had to act before he separated us, but when I tried to take the throne I was betrayed by someone I should not have trusted. He exiled me as punishment. We were torn apart anyway, you and I." Her voice was shaking, and tears filled her gorgeous blue eyes.

"Jenny?" Marcus whispered, hardly able to **** her name up his throat. He hadn't heard any of this! Why hadn't his Father told him?

"Now I have you back at last." His sister breathed, like she hadn't even heard him speak. She darted forward, and suddenly her strong arms were wrapped around his body. Marcus was yanked forward into her armored chest, crushed tightly in her fierce grip. "I'm never letting you get taken away from me, ever again." She growled in his ear. "You're mine, runt. Just the way it should be." Then her lips were on his, hot and fierce.