You wrenched open the carriage door and flounced in, a frown etched deeply into your face. “Can you believe it?” You growled. Not waiting for an answer from your twin, you plowed on.
“The important news Father wished to tell me was of an arranged marriage he has found for me! That's completely preposterous, what makes him think I would want to marry at this age? I’m only nineteen! And before you begin your lecture Emil, I’ll have you know I am pretty fine with becoming a widow and undesirable before I marry some rantallion zounderkite, or a fopdoodle Father chose for me! And indeed, before you ask, I did pick up some language from the harbour, and don’t you dare tattle otherwise I will tell Francis about how you stole the cake that was intended for Father's birthday.”
“Now, what was that errand you needed to run for your puffin?” It was then you noticed that the person in the carriage