no. no nononoNO! she didn’t want to risk the queen’s anger — not when she was so sure everything had been going well!!! — but she couldn’t miss whatever fleeting chance she had to see her brother again. she feared she’d lose her mind if she were denied the opportunity, and then what use would she have for a new dress? the p r e t t y princess, kept in a castle far away from everyone she loved, but at least she would have a new dress.
— & yet she wanted so dearly to love the queen. to bring a piece of home to her within that love.
the princess raced to the elder’s side, a delicate hand placed upon the arm of the chair as sunk to her knees. if it would take her pleas to get her way, than what eventual choice did rebekah have but to beg? still she kept it as a last resort, and instead adopted ( what she hoped was ) a less p a t h e t i c strategy. all she needed was something her guardian couldn’t say no to, something to please her so immensely she FORGOT rebekah wasn’t her daughter. no one could ever say no to their bloodm i r r o r, after all.
❝ i had hoped we would go to him. he could never bring all the different materials with him, & i couldn’t trust another with my measurements. how could i possibly EVER chose without speaking to him first,
——— your grace? ❞
THAT KINGDOM SENT HER A girl, a CHILD with little grace or proper respect yet from so many blundering mistakes she forged a WEAPON. the princess continued to flourish despite her hopeful longing & proclivity for whimsy - for the world had not darkened her as it had done to the Queen. she was often leery of the young princess now that she had remained beneath her accursed wing for so long. many often bite the hand which feeds them, their interests twisting with the influence of ambition or their family’s desire. perhaps an education was due so she was to know what fate awaited traitors, to know the reward for BETRAYAL.
her precious little PETyearned so much for her approval, to bask in the LIGHT of the supreme royal rather than wallow in the SHADOW. so desperately she tugged artfully at severed strings to hope that the monarch would rule in her favor. perhaps such an attempt at that skill was to be REWARDED - under certain conditions, of course. fingers toyed with the ends of the princess’ champagne tresses as she spoke.
❛ then we shall make a day of it. word will be sent of our arrival. my wardrobe requires some livening up. ❜
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