Frances pov

I look at the face that is appearing on the paper, it is my brother's face, but much less vivid. I've never done a really good portrait of him, you can never get that little spark he has in him on the paper. You can't even see it some of the time, you can only feel it. He walks towards me and smiles. "How are you?" Yves asks, I shrug. "I'm great too dear, thanks for asking." he says as he sits down next to me. "Slide that dress on fatty."He says teasingly but his smiles quickly fades "No, seriously, what is it?" he asks "I feel so empty. Why am I here? To bear children?" He looks at me and sighs with a smile. "To leave art behind. To have fun. So I'm not totally lonely? Because I'd be a pariah without you" I smile and pat his cheek. He smiles. "Be kinder to yourself, little sister." He strokes my head.

We are having supper with our parents when my father suddenly starts talking about getting married. Yves rolls his eyes, as always. "Does this have to happen during dinner father?" Father looks at him with fire in his eyes and my brother looks back exactly the same way. "You know you have a ball tomorrow. I hope you pay attention for once if there are any women you like. That goes for you too Frances, look out for a suitor!" Yves laughs scornfully. "Yves, you don't act like that, have some respect for your father." He looks at our mother. "Why are you still defending him? He thinks you are not worthy of anything, he thinks you're his property. Why do you still love him?" Her mouth narrows and you can see she is angry. My father gets up and walks away. "Seriously? How cowardly do you have to be?" Yves walks out of the room and I run after him. The sun is setting. We look at the big field in front of the mansion. "Shall we run?" he asks, trying to relieve us of the tension. I smile and nod and we walk onto the field. "Three, two" he starts running. "Hey, unfair!" We run through her field and eventually we fall to the ground. We are both out of breath. "Who won?" I ask. "Probably you," he says. "Hey, I have a nice idea" he says, I smile "Don't you always have?".

We are standing in his dressing room. "I don't think this will fit" he says. I laugh. "It was your idea." I respond. "I actually just meant it only the other way around," he says, laughing. I come out from behind the dressing screen. "Are you ready?" I ask. "I think I'm wearing something wrong or it's way too small." "Just come on now." "You are not allowed to laugh." He comes out from behind the folding screen. He is wearing my pink dress and it is way too small. I can't hold my laughter and burst out laughing. "So, am I pretty?" he says in a high-pitched voice while twirling. I lie half dead on the floor from the laughing. I am wearing one of his suits. It looks quite nice even though it is too big. He looks proud. He tries to stand a little relaxed, but that just makes it look really weird. "Are dresses always so incredibly uncomfortable?" he asks me "Yep." He laughs "If it suited me better I'd be quite willing to wear it, I mean, a skirt is nicer than trousers. Much more room to move around." I laugh and he makes another twirl. I know this is all to distract me, he always has his ways to distract me. Someone knocks on the door. "Master Yves? Are you there? Your laundry is ready." He wants to take off the dress. "Yes wait, I'm here." He falls over with the dress around his head and I can't breathe because I'm trying to hold in my laughter. "Just put it in front of the room, I'll clean it up myself." I whisper; "You don't even know how to fold." "What else am I supposed to do? And how hard can it be? I have several diplomas. How bad can folding be." A few minutes later, we are cleaning up. "I take it back, indeed I cannot do this." he says deafeted

Eleanor pov

I look at the blue and white dress. It's a nice dress, but there are far too many frills on it. My little brother comes and stands next to me. "I embroidered that lily on it. I hope you don't find it too lavish." I laugh and shake my head. "Not if you made it." He hands me a box. "I made those with dad." They are earrings with pearls. I smile and stroke his head. He tries to duck away, but I grab him by his shoulder and stroke him so much that his hair stands straight up. He smiles. "I hope you enjoy wearing them." I smile at him. "I'll leave you alone." He straightens his hair again and walks out of the room. The way he walks is beginning to resemble Dad's. I try to understand him, but my brother will always be an enigma. No matter how hard I try, I cannot decipher him. He never talks about himself either

hi everybody, so I have already finished the first few chapters so if I see people like it there will be new chapters soon which will be longer than this one I reckon. Also I started writing this in my mother language so it's all translated so I'm sorry if not all sentences make sense I did my best to make everything sound as smooth as possible