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The answer comes almost as soon as you ask the question. Not because anyone told you the name of your dancing partner for today, but from a dreadful and familiar feeling that hits you before you see or hear him. A chill around that even the thin skirt of your summer smock should have warded away, the touch of the breeze and the draft in a place where it should not have been. Of all the palace boys your age whom you may call your brother, there is only one who would brave your icy wrath by doing <span class="mu-i">that</span>.
Sieghardt.
Sieghardt van der Meer, a young boy brought by Papa's seventy-eighth wife when he took the widow of one of his governors as his bride. Dark hair with blue highlights, and a favor for the elaborate fashions of the Middle Planetes. His blue summer shirt is trimmed with gold thread, as are the poofy shorts he wears for the season, and he wears a grin upon his face that you wish to wipe off."
"Take that!" He says, not a breath after you feel the chill he always brings. You can hear the grin in his voice as he asks you: "Aren't you getting a little old to wear bear prints? Surely my favorite step-sister has matured enough to move up to-"
a) Kick him in the head
b) Kick him in the balls
c) Kick him in the shoulder and send him sprawling on the ground.
d) Punch him in his stupid, smug face
e) Be a big girl and hold back your impulse to smack him.
