Chapter One



The twin bond is a confounding thing. Whether identical or fraternal, twins tend to be each other's best friends and closest companion. That's not always the case, but it is more often than not. Often they tend to communicate to each other without saying anything.

Such was the case with the Vanderburgs.

Born three minutes apart, with their other siblings significantly older than they were, Alexandra and Anastasia Vanderburg grew up essentially as only children, who had been doted on by their parents, particularly their father who moved heaven and earth for them. They went everywhere together, almost never being one without the other, communicating often with only their eyes. They spoke their own language.

The Vanderburgs' newfound confidence would be sorely tested, and the twins would have to bond even closer together, because of one cataclysmic event.


The sudden death of their father, Prince Renauld.



Prince Renauld had doted on them, since they were his only biological children. He got them everything they'd wanted and then some. He'd moved heaven and earth to get Alexandra a show horse, even when his wife didn't want to have horses on the palace grounds. And when Anastasia wanted to take ballet lessons with the local ballet teacher, he allowed her to take them even when his wife objected. 


Alexandra wandered into the TV room and flipped on the football game. She'd inherited Prince Renauld's complexion, nose, and love of sports. She and her father liked to root on their favorite team together, especially when she used to sit on his lap. Now that he was gone, it wasn't the same. 



Just then Anastasia walked in and sat down on the other side of the sofa. They didn't need to say anything to each other. They already said what needed to be said, without uttering a syllable. 
"I know you miss him, Alex," Anastasia whispered silently. "I will, too."



Just then Alexandra began to cry.

"We're gonna get thru this, Alex," Anastasia said through muffled tears, putting her hands on Alexandra's shoulders. "We just have to. We've got no choice."

All they had, all they'd ever had, was each other. 

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