But she was still a babe. How can he read this sort of book to her? Is he truly her brother?
"History it is then. Just read it to me." she sighed and rested her back on the bed.
"You are not allowed to fall asleep until I'm done reading the first 20 pages," Peter warned. Beatrix felt like crying.
"Big sis, come rescue me." she wished in her heart.
As if her prayers just got answered, the door to the bathroom opened and Lavana came out.
Peter was already reading from the first page of the large book.
"King Eraticus, the first king of the wiz…"
"Hey, Beatrix doesn't want to listen to all that bland stuff. You can go. I will read her bedtime stories."
"But…" Peter was unwilling and unhappy.
"You want me to cook you for dinner?" she threatened.
"My meat is not tasty. Don't eat me." he feigned being scared for some seconds before dropping the act.