William. Castle Randal The prince's face lifted immediately at the voice in the doorway. William watched as he rose and turned, in time for the voice to manifest itself into the form of a woman. A girl she still is to me. The princess had always been a child to William, and was still of late, even though she was without doubt a woman in all but his mind. "My sister," Derrick greeted her, meeting her near the door and pulling her into the kind of embrace reserved only for this kind of privacy. He kissed her dark hair almost paternally, and did not let go until his excited breath had slowed. When at last Derrick pulled back and led his sister to the table beside him, William met the young woman's eyes and nodded to her. "Princess Aliana," he said, and she met it with a smile.