The Luna Cure

FIVE

"And over here we have only the most valuable room in the entire house." Triton explained, motioning to a closed door.

I raised my eyebrow, wondering what could be more valuable than the throne room they had already showed me.

"I don't think she's ready for this." Tristan told his brother.

Triton nodded, taking a step away from the door. "Yeah. Nobody really is ready for its greatness." He rolled his eyes. "Well, let's just find another place to show her."

I shook my head, raising my hand to point to the door. They couldn't leave me hanging like this.

Tristan smirked. "Well, what are you gonna do for us to show you?"

Triton nodded, stepping next to his brother.

I bit my lip. The curious part of me wanted to see what exactly this room was, but the other part of me knew I shouldn't even bother being near these two. I wasn't even supposed to interact with any of them.

I heard a laugh down the hallway. "Oh, stop it you two. Leave the poor girl alone before I ground you." The woman walked towards us.

She had striking green eyes, just like the boys, and she had the same bright blonde hair as them. Although she was older, her age seemed to make her all the more beautiful.

It was obvious that she was Queen Emerald.

Tristan grumbled. "Mom, we were just about to show her, I swear."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Triton looked down. "I mean, maybe we would've tried to get her to go get us some food, but we totally were." His brother nodded in agreement.

The queen turned her attention to me. "I'm sorry about my sons." She rolled her eyes. "They obviously just wanted to have a girl around, because usually it's just Sapphire and I. I'm Emerald, and you are?"

I was thankful that Tristan answered for me. "That's Florence. She can't talk."

The Luna didn't seem to falter at this. "Nice to meet you, Florence. I think I've already met your sister, Cassidy." She gave me a bright grin.

"You two don't look anything alike." Tristan commented. Triton, of course, nodded.

"Yea, for siblings." He added.

"Boys, that's not nice. I have to go help your father with some things, so don't be too awful to our guest. It was nice to meet you, Florence. I'll see you three at dinner." She flashed her gorgeous grin and walked off, making her purple gown swirl behind her.

"Do you want to see the room?" Triton asked. Both boys were staring at me, with their pairs of identical eyes. It was kind of creepy.

But I nodded, and Tristan raised his hand to the knob and opened the door.

I rolled my eyes at the sight. A huge television was stuck to the right wall, with obvious game consoles below it, and a large couch facing it.

They had brought me to the game room.

"Have you ever played World Warfare?" Triton asked, walking into the room and plopping down on the couch. It didn't surprise me that these teenage boys, who couldn't be older than fifteen, would consider this the most important room of the house.

Shaking my head, I walked over to the chair next to the couch and followed their lead, sitting myself down.

Tristan grinned, handing me a controller. "Well, we're going to teach you."