"Talk about what?" asked my dead sister. Well not so dead.
I should stop thinking of her as dead when she was present right in front of me. Old habits die hard.
"How to get back Astera," I stated and then looked at Nyx whose eyes widened.
"Take back Astera?" she asked.
I nodded, confused. Why was she shocked?
"Whyever would we do that?" she questioned, unable to process what I had asked of her.
"Astera is our birthright. We cannot turn away from our people," I said perhaps a little too loudly as Nyx flinched. "Why would we leave it be?" I asked her once again.
"Astera is not my birthright," she announced, "Astera is not my nation. Astera is nothing to me."
What?
"The hell are you going on about, Nyx?" I almost screamed and stepped in closer to her, fuming.
"I do not need to help a nation which threw me aside."
"Threw you aside? There is no fucking way that happened."
"You are too ignorant in your luxurious my brother."
"Ignorant? I, the Crown Prince of Astera, have intelligence beyond my years, insight greater than the oceans and knowledge more vast than the world itself. I know everything and about you and your oh so fucking life in the corners of Astera after you pulled off that crime."
Nyx's eyes fell to the ground as I stood over her mad.
"Pretty big talk for an asshole, you know? Who are you to claim of unparalleled knowledge when you have never even been tested for it yet," she muttered but loud enough so I could hear her.
"That is who the Crown Prince is to the nation, do not forget. You were once the Crown Princess too, Nyx."