Esfir stood side by side with her sisters. Her identical twin Raisa to her right and her eldest sister to her left. The nearly identical snow white sisters stood in a line side by side. Two sets of frosted blue eyes and a green set staring at the same cat a Caerwyn in front of them. Esfir had a strong dislike for the royal family blood. When she had been stripped of her royal title she had disowned her family the Ranveigs. She had bitterly grown up as a cyd watching them have no hold as the Tsar. Her father and sisters being the only Ranveig to hold the Cyd title under another ruling house. Living under the Vasily wasn't ideal especially when Alexei the Tsar demands against their father grew. When it was revealed to the Monarchy that she was the daughter of some common rogue she was horrified. She and her sisters Cyd titles were stripped down to Voiny, a commoner while her father got to live life comfortably as a Dvonyane. They were banished from the Ranveig den to live life among the common members of their society. Their father brought they food and means to survive while they were still young, but refused to so much as look at them. The three sisters when the Monarchy had adopted Brookclan still lived among the Voiny. They had their own little den that they called their home. A place of heart ache where Esfir had lost her first little of kittens. A place that the three sisters cherished. So when a Caerwyn known as Misha appeared at their den entrance requesting to speak to them.

"I don't agree to this. Why should he have to speak to us. What does a Caerwyn want to do with the Ranveig trash?" She spatted her eyes furious that a Dvonyane dare show themselves in front of their home. The insult aimed at the sisters for the past several seasons they had been alive was parroted back at the tom. 

"Please I need to share something with you." Misha asked his eyes darted to each sisters his face pleading.