Erik stood, arms crossed over his chest. He watched the family fuss over poor Lydia. Lydia this, Lydia that. Maybe he would finally be able to be free of his twin. He watched his mom as she walked up at him, second as always. Her mom hugged her son and said," watch over your sister Erik, make sure she stays safe." It's always about her. The only time it's not is when dad is talking to him about being king, but those are few and far between.