Forgive Me If I'm Wrong

Anxiety? Alfie wasn't familiar with the word. He breathed in slowly, brow furrowed as he answered his sister. "I don't know... if that's what it is then I guess?" He felt slightly better having a name for it... the thing that plagued him. Alfred tilted his head to the side as Heather spoke again. She wanted to be the princess? It was something Alfie hadn't considered for himself. He didn't view himself capable of that thanks to his anxiety. He could never hold a meeting like his father could.

"I wouldn't mind if you were the princess." The boy smiled a bit more warmly. "I'd support you Heather. I... I'm not really good with others in groups but I'll do what I can." The boy promised. He shifted, giving a warm smile. "We'll all support you I'm sure of it! Did you already talk to Lionel and Roza? What did they say about it?"