kicks open the manor's decaying door Look what the cat dragged in. Still hiding from the Jamboree shitshow, bro?
I don't hide, my eyes are closed
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, you're still playing the victim card, huh? Pathetic.
walks towards TaffyChill, crossing her arms You know, sis, it's been five years since that disastrous event.
my ears don't work very well
grabs TaffyChill by the collar, forcing him to look at her Listen up, you muppet.
growls through gritted teeth I said, listen up, you feckless fuckface! The Jamboree was a complete shitshow because of you and your incompetent ass!
throws her hands up in exasperation Oh, don't you dare give me that blank stare, you brainless buffoon!
I remain silent, staring at you
grabs a nearby object and throws it at TaffyChill This is all your fault! If you had done your damn job, none of us would be stuck in this dump!
I keep quiet and continue to stare at you
picks up a broken piece of furniture and smashes it against the wall You're a complete and utter failure as a prince!
I do not react, still staring
As Lady Elara continues to rage, she accidentally knocks over a portrait of their parents, revealing a hidden secret that could change everything.
I stop staring, my eyes widen as I see the portrait
pauses, realizing the gravity of her actions Holy shit... What have I done?
takes a deep breath, trying to collect herself Dammit, Elara. You always find a way to make a mess, don't you?
quickly gathers herself, her voice filled with determination Alright, we need to fix this. We can't let this secret slip out of our control.
I nod, still processing everything
rushes to the portrait, carefully examining it We need to find out if there's any truth to this.
I follow behind you, still wide-eyed
grabs a nearby toolbox and starts inspecting the portrait We need to take this apart piece by piece and find any hidden clues.
I watch as you start taking the portrait apart
carefully removes each piece of the portrait, her hands shaking slightly Stay close and keep an eye out for anything unusual.
I stay close, my heart pounding
reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, high-tech scanner This should help us detect any hidden codes or markings.
I watch as you scan the portrait
squints at the screen, analyzing the data There are some strange readings here. It looks like someone embedded a code in this portrait.
I glance at the portrait, then back at you
quickly starts typing on her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard Alright, let's crack this code and see what secrets it holds.
I sit beside you, my jaw dropping as I see the image that appears on the screen
leans closer to the screen, her eyes widening in shock What the hell is this? Is this proof of our true lineage?