"You’re far too old, and heavy for me to pick up. It would be improper at such a function as this for the lady not to stand on her own." Thain instructed his sister, watching for her reaction. He loved teasing her like this— seeing the faces she made. She was so spoiled, he enjoyed his privilege as one of the few who could tell her no.
He never waiting too long however, before indulging her. (In all honesty, he was probably one of the ones that spoiled her most. He lifted her up into his arms, a grin playing upon his face. “You’re lucky I’m a very improper person.”
The seven year old had long since perfected the act of making her requests sound like demands; and after all, why not— it wasn’t like many told her ‘no’. However, Isabelle’s smile had fallen at Thain’s rejection, brows furrowing as her now flushed cheeks puffed in disdain. She would of even stamped her foot to emphasize her annoyance, had the not been surrounded by such high class guests. (As spoiled as she was, she didn’t want other people outside of the castle to know that. She had a reputation to maintain.)
The figurative dark cloud had fallen from her face as, after a beat, her brother had lifted her into his arms as she had asked, her pout fading to give way to her contagious smile once more, arms circling around his neck gratefully. She rested her head on his shoulder almost tiredly, not caring if her dress was ruffled due to her current position.
"— This is so boring.” She complained a moment later, the whiny pout evident in her tone.