Book 3 of the Zygradon Chronicles
"So... Megassa?" She waited until the other girl raised her head and looked at her, silvery-green eyes big and glossy with tears. "We're half-sisters, and we're cousins both, yes?"
"I guess so." Megassa nodded. "You're the princess, just because you're older than me?"
"We should both be princesses, shouldn't we?" She turned to Nalla.
"That's a subject best left for later, when you're better able to understand." The woman sighed and raked her long, elegant fingers through her silver hair. "Let's find your nurse, little Megassa, shall we?"
"She told me to go away." The younger girl pouted as Nalla put her back down on her own two feet. She followed readily enough when the woman led the two girls out the door.
Before they took more than three steps down the hallway, a woman in the brown and gold uniform of the Warhawk's personal guards, with a captain's triple knots on her shoulder, hurried up the nearest staircase. Amusement lit her wheat-colored face when she saw Meghianna, walking down the hall next to Nalla with her hands clasped behind her back, deep in thought. Shaking her head, she sighed and reached to take hold of her hand.
"Come along, troublemaker. You've had your fun, but now--" Then she saw Megassa, who had ducked behind Nalla. Her mouth dropped open and she looked back and forth between the two girls. "I think we're headed for years of trouble," she muttered. "You're Nalla, aren't you?"