"This must be one of those childhood things, am I right?" Malcolm asked.
"What? A childhood thing?" William muttered. "What the fuck does that even mean?"
"Do you remember when Camilla and I visited Islia with our father, many summers ago? In fact, I believe it was this very castle."
William blinked, not following the sudden change in their conversation's direction. "Yes, somewhat. Why?"
"Do you remember her in particular?" Malcolm kept prodding.
"A little. She was very young, though." William made his tone as nonchalant as possible.
Malcolm started sniggering. "And yet, you still watched her."
"What are you talking about?" William desperately tried to stop himself from turning red.