Santan looked at his sister. He knew that at some point they would both move away from their childhood lives and embrace their responsibilities within the family unity. He knew what was in store for him – the throne. What Samara’s role would be was yet to be decided.
Samara walked over to Santan and grabbed hold of his arm. “Tell me, brother, why you’re not excited about this confirmation of who we truly are? We should have no secrets from each other.”
Santan grinned. “I believe you have many secrets from me, sister.”
“How can you accuse me like that?” Samara pouted. “I’ve no secrets from you.”
Now, Santan laughed. “Do you think your nightly escapades have gone unnoticed by your ever-watchful brother?”
“What do you mean?”
“I follow you – most nights that you venture out. I’ve kept your secrets of your liaisons with your boy toys.”
“Why didn’t you tell Mother and Father?”
“And have their wrath reign down on my beautiful sister! You are Daddy’s little girl…”
“You’ll sit on the throne one day, Santan – doesn’t that excite you?”
“Do you want the truth, Samara? Are you able to keep a secret, as I’ve kept yours?”
“I don’t wish the throne when our father is ready to step down. I’m in love with someone whom he would never approve of.”
As Samara walked toward the house, she could not help but to feel a certain amount of satisfaction. Santan was clearing the way for her to have her ultimate dream – that of sitting on the throne of power!