"It is not the same thing! It is easier for you, even though you are also a princess because uncle is the Imperial Prince, and you are his daughter." Beatrix almost yelled. "But me, I am the daughter of the King." Her voice reduced by a notch.
Aristia was surprised by Beatrix's outburst. It wasn't only her, even Ivan, Serina and Alaric were too. Beatrix had always been the calm one among the sisters.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she went to sit beside Beatrix, holding her hand in hers.
"You need to let them know, Bea. They are your parents and they love you. How will you know if they'll agree if you don't ask first? How will they know what you want if you don't tell them?" She reasoned gently, not giving a shit if the situation appeared odd; a five year old comforting and advising a six year old.
But it didn't matter.