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It was when Narcia finished her speech, and it was only then that the Ice Queen realized her mistake. There were holes in her speech, there were problems that could have been amended. All of a sudden, the once infallible and perfect and overly confident queen knew her flaw, and she knew where she went wrong. Her knees quivered and she lowered her head, indecision marking every feature on her body. No, Narcia - she deluded herself the entire time to think that she was meant to rule, that she was the most fit to rule, but in the end, she knew the truth. Narcia had no right over anyone else - Narina herself was proof that blood meant nothing to determining birthright.
But now Narcia knew for sure. Her biggest flaw was simply this - Narcia had absolutely no understanding of the basic human heart. She had no idea whatsoever how to do any of this, all she could do was say things and ultimately fail. Maybe earlier on, Narcia had what it took, but now, she was weak. And a Queen that allowed herself to become weak like this - whether it be through the war, or suffering, or whatever reason - a Queen like her, with no other skills but ice, was nothing without her ice. But with her ice seemingly out of reach, there wasn't anything she could do.
The questions were rolling in as they always did. Reporters asking her how Narina died, asking her why she wasn't taking responsibility for happiness, asking her how to compensate for those who suffered, asking her endless questions and the former Ice Queen couldn't think of anything to say. The illusion was broken. Narcia wasn't as perfect as she seemed, not to herself, and most painful of all, not to Shiro. She worked hard on this speech, but it wasn't working how she wanted. It wasn't working at all. And then the worst idea crept along her brain, a horrible idea, a temptation to give off an evil laugh and order her knights to kill anyone who opposed her.
So Narcia gripped Shiro's hand, feeling horrible for so many reasons and she no longer had the resources to solve these reasons anymore. "Shiro, I-" But then one reporter asked the question everyone else was dying to hear. They asked if it was legal for her, a seventeen year old girl, to marry someone of fourteen years like Shiro. They asked if she took advantage of Narina torturing Shiro to force the girl to love her in her own fragmented, horrible way. A story was being constructed by other newscasters, joining in on the fun and Nee couldn't summon the ice to stop the image they created, to stop the story of her being a sadistic and abusive lover who just took advantage of an innocent pure girl.
Misery welling up in her heart, all Narcia could do was keep her eyes on the floor and wish that she could die on the spot to end this torture. "She isn't denying it!" One reporter shouted gleefully. "So it's true then, that Queen Narcia just abused a poor servant girl into beliving that their love was real!" And then the words went into Narcia's own mind and the girl that once could figure out a strategy in mere minutes could do nothing but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they were right all along.
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There, it was said. Aya admitted it and Heron stared at her, as if she wasn't really understanding at all. "You... you're different." The scarlet knight said, proving that she had a much keener insight than she liked to let on. "You're not the Aya I knew, are ya?" Aya grinned then, one that was slightly threatening. No, she wasn't that fake idealistic construct. That Aya had none of the nuances that made the real Aya herself, after all. The fake Aya had none of the manipulation, none of the bitterness that no one would accept her incestuous love for her sister, the love that Aya could never give to Kora. "Of course. I'm the real Aya, not a fake idealistic imitation made by a desperate sad girl wanting escape."
Honestly, Aya had a lot of enmity for Heron and Cress, but not in the way they thought. Sure, she was jealous that they could love each other and everything, but Aya was well aware that something like that was petty. No, what her problem was that they hurt Kora, no matter how unintentional it was. Kora was her precious little twin sister the awkward and quiet girl that tried to keep everyone away, naively thinking that Aya didn't realize how much she wanted friends, how much she wanted to be noticed. It was a tragedy then, that no matter how much attention Aya showered onto her sister, that Kora never valued her attention or thought it was enough. Things finally came to a head at the well, and there was no turning back. Destiny was decided, and now the twins would never really be together again.
Before anything else could happen, though, a certain brown haired princess ran at her for a hug and Aya gave her a vacant sort of stare, pulling away with a wink. "Only my lover gets to hug me, Cress." The dead twin said slyly, slipping out of the hug but putting the gloves on for the gardening. She'd keep Kora's chip safe for when a better personality swap method was invented, but for now, she'd take care of her sister's precious body. Heron rolled her eyes and went back to digging with her spear. "She's in love with Kora." Heron said simply, as if she didn't really believe it at all.
Cress befriended one Aya, but that Aya wasn't really the real Aya at all. That had to be recognized at least, didn't it? Aya gave Cress a half of a pouting sort of smile and gently held onto one of her fingers. "I never saved you from the junkyard. I never helped fight tyrant Queen with you. You know all of that was just a reflection of my sister's true self, right? An image of who she wanted so desperately to be?" The first step to a meaningful friendship was honesty, and Aya didn't want to build it on a lie. "And you made my little sister cry from that weird and messed up love triangle, didn't you?" Things got tense for a brief moment, but then the resurrected girl shook her head. "Let's get along well, since this was our first meeting, okay?"