When her brother left....

I was seven years old, when the mysterious Old Ones sent an embassy to our father the King.  They came out of the forest one Summer day near sunset, out of the deep woods, from the direction of the ancient tribal holdings.  There was the beautiful Eldritch Princess, and her escort of fair tall warriors....in silver mail, with precious stones studding their accoutrement ....our father the King received them in the Great Hall, sitting on the Iron Throne of our ancestors.  He rose when he saw the face of the Princess, and went down to one knee.  We were all stunned at this, for never had the King bent a knee to any but a God.  She bid him to rise with a graceful gesture, and made a holy sign with her thin white hands.  "Oh Brother King" she said in a voice like bells ringing at dawn...." We are come to you today to claim what was promised to us."  My father the King grew pale and grim, but nodded his agreement.  "Justin" he called to my brother, two years younger than I, his sister...."Go you now with this holy Princess, and do her will."  Justin stood gape-mouthed and trembling, staring first at  father, and then at the Old Ones.  He took but a moment to calm himself, and then said "Yes, my lord."  The embassy left the hall with my brother Justin, and walked into the forest.  The seasons passed, and all of a score of years.  And one Summer day, a handsome youth, of perhaps thirteen or fourteen years,  came walking from the woods....I was in the garden with my young children....my aged father was within the castle....."Hello, sister." he said...."Do you not recognize your brother?"