Within the Royal Palace of Paris knelt the young Prince, before his elder sister Sibila; the princess had a scowling expression on her face as she repeatedly tapped her hand on the armrest of her seat. Though she had dispatched Aubry to seduce the Austrian King and win over his support in the war against the various rebels, as well as the English crown, he had returned empty-handed, and quite frankly, in a state of disarray.
Since then, she had been disappointed with her little brother, and had been scheming a new way to ensnare Berengar into her service. As far as she was aware, a superior man had intimidated Aubry, causing him backed down from his usual flirty self.
The very sight of Aubry kneeling before her made Sibilla both aroused and frustrated at the same time. Just how come her little brother was so much prettier than she was? These were the thoughts that had always accompanied her every time she witnessed Aubry cross-dressing.
