Siblings

Wynn laid on her back in the flowery meadow letting her face soak up the warm rays of the sun. She heard laughing and cracked open an eye just enough to see her two younger sisters playing.
She smiled and sighed, enjoying this beautiful day outside of the castle. She and her siblings have been cooped up all week, studying and practicing their instruments, their queen mother loved to hear them play. Being the eldest at seventeen years, Wynn chose to play the violin. Josephine, fifteen years, loves the piano, and the youngest, Margarite at twelve, was beginning to learn how to play the flute.
Their brother, the curious fourteen-year-old Edmund, had wondered off into the woods. He had little patience learning the lute, and would often try anything to get out of playing it. It must be hard not having any brothers to play with. When he was younger, they couldn’t get rid of him, even if they tried. He’d follow Wynn and Josephine, helping them pick flowers. Now, he much preferred being a lone adventurer, playing with insects or small woodland animals, or playing in his “fort”.
There came a rustling in the shrubs to her right. Wynn lazily propped up on an elbow and shielded her eyes with her other hand. She saw nothing.
She glanced over at her sisters, who were now sitting cross-legged, a pile of flowers between them, each making their own crown. Margarite looked over to Wynn, giggling, and then went back to her flowers.
Wynn sighed once more, lying back down. She daydreamed of the handsome prince in the recent novel she was reading, wondering if her prince would ever come. Next year she will be able to attend her father’s court and social events. Just thinking about it brought a smile to her pink lips.
The air grew suddenly quiet and Wynn was sure she heard movement coming from somewhere behind her. She sat up and looked around. She started to slowly get up, but a figure lunged out of the bushes, a sword above their head.
“I’ve got you now!” came a familiar voice.
The moment of panic gone, Wynn looked at her brother angrily. “Ed!”
Edmund smirked, his wooden sword still pointing at Wynn. “Surrender now, or feel the wrath of King Edmund!”
Margarite laughed and Josephine muttered “As if”.
Edmund frowned, lowering his sword. “Bunch of spoil sports.”
“Why don’t you come join us and make yourself a crown, Ed?” Margarite held up her work in progress.
“That’s for girls!”
“You didn’t use to mind,” Josephine glanced up from her work momentarily.
“Well, I’m a man now!”
The girls laughed and Edmund glared at them. He ran past Wynn, almost knocking her over, and grabbed Margarite’s crown.
“Hey! Give it back!”
“No,” Edmund grinned nastily, undoing the last piece his sister had finished.
“Ed!” Wynn cried. “Give Margarite her crown back, now!”
Edmund loosened it up some more, letting one drop to the ground.
“Ed!” Margarite shrieked. “Put it down or I’ll scream!”
He glanced over his shoulder towards his home. The great castle seemed to be staring back at him and he shuddered. His parent’s were probably watching.
He threw the crown onto Margarite’s lap. “This is boring anyways,” and with that he dashed back into the woods.
“Is it alright?” Wynn placed a hand gently on her sister’s shoulder.
Margarite nodded, picking up another white daisy and continued.