'This girl is a real handful. If I keep pressing her, who knows what other outrageous things she'll say.'
...
The early morning sun streamed through a gap in the curtains, falling upon Aurora's face.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Murphy, sitting by her bed.
"Brother?" she called out groggily, her voice still raspy with sleep.
Soon, Aurora was fully awake. She sat up and looked around, bewildered. "Why am I in my bedroom? Wasn't I supposed to be giving that person a tour of the castle?"
Murphy gently smoothed her slightly tousled golden hair. "You fainted," he said softly. "You were probably just too excited about meeting that person for the first time yesterday and didn't get enough rest."
"Oh, I see." Aurora rubbed her eyes, seemingly accepting the explanation completely.
Murphy was a little surprised. "You're not going to question it?"
Aurora looked up at him with a trusting smile. "I know my brother wouldn't lie to me."
