[12 days later]
The television screen flickered.
Zareth sat cross-legged on the bed, arms resting on his knees, his emerald eyes fixed on the screen.
The elven news anchor spoke with an air of urgency and pride.
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Zareth exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening.
"As expected of my sister," he muttered, his voice a blend of begrudging admiration and lingering bitterness.
Seated on the couch behind him, Ed.
"You don't sound too happy about it." He said.
Zareth glanced at him, lips pressed into a thin line.
"It's not that I'm unhappy. She's… exceptional. Always has been. It's just…" His words trailed off as his gaze returned to the screen.
Caspian smirked. "Sibling jealousy, huh?"
