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Cress did not quite know what to think. One minute, she was fast asleep, the next, she was being awoken by Itward and dragged to the dungeon. "What's going on?" Cress asked sleepily as he dumped a dress into her arms and arranged a wig on her head. "The Queen is going to come and raid my home. For now, you are Aine Dorones." Aine? "Isn't that your dead friend?" Itward ground his teeth. "Just do it," he turned around, giving Cress only a minute to try and arrange the rather heavy gown around herself before he grew frustrated and helped her into it. He handcuffed her to the wall and closed the cell door, locking it. "How long will I have to be down here for?" Cress yawned, "however long it takes." He replied cryptically and left, Cress falling back to sleep against the dungeon wall.

"What are you thinking Itward, you can't just lock up the Princess!" Cress roused to the sound of Heron's voice. It was clear she was mad that Cress had simply gone missing in the middle of the night. "I didn't have a choice! Nee messaged me to tell me that the Queen is-" Heron shook her head. "I don't care, you can't just lock her up!" Someone yelled down the stairwell, informing them that the Queen had arrived. "Don't do anything Aine wouldn't," Itward hissed, going upstairs to meet the Queen. "And you, Heron, she knows we aren't on speaking terms. You need to disappear," Heron was going to be late for work if she stayed any longer. "Fine, I'll come back for you later Cress." She watched them both leave, wondering how the hell she was going to figure out how Aine acted.

There were footsteps coming down the stairs again, Cress's stomach growled. "Stupid Itward," she muttered as he rounded the corner, the Queen with him. Cress attempted to feign sleep, hoping it would spare her the interaction. "See, your majesty? No such fugitive here." Cress could feel the weight of their eyes on her. "For a prisoner, Itward, you seem to be spoiling Aine far too much." It was true, this was the most lavish prison Cress had ever seen. Not that she had ever been in a prison before. The bed was plush, the walls had silk curtains and there were books, dozens of them. "She's been here a while, my Queen, wouldn't want her going mad." The Queen turned towards her then. "And you Aine? How does it feel to know the world thinks you are dead?" Cress kept her gaze down, no use in pretending to be sleep any longer.

"It's a relief," Cress said softly, uncertain how Aine Dorones truly performed. "To no longer have those eyes watching my every move." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, "I would say you should try it sometime, but something tells me you enjoy the weight of that crown." She smiled, glad that the bangs of the blonde wig obscured her view. The Queen kept herself composed, but judging from the half-step backwards she took, Cress had said enough to irk her. "It seems Aine has not changed," the Queen replied savvily. "I should like to see your most recent research." They began walking in the other direction, Cress not breathing a sigh of relief until she heard the door shut behind them.

Nio came down a few minutes later, bringing Cress food. "Thanks," Nio smiled, she seemed happy to have other girls around.