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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

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|| Flaws || Bastille ||

Heron had leaped out the door as soon as Cress had told her of the nightmare, that Aya's Father had hurt her. She claimed she was only going to check, but Cress had a feeling that Heron was worried about her too. With Heron gone, Cress went to investigate what she thought was only going to be an apartment. "What happened to a cozy one bedroom flat in the center of the city?" Cress asked, noticing that none of the windows were real, they all showed different parts of this strange city. "I thought an apartment wouldn't do for a Princess," Itward replied, unpacking what appeared to be food. Had he brought it with him? Or had someone delivered it? "Does Ellie know I'm here?" Cress asked, crossing her arms in the doorway. "No, the Princess knows nothing of this place and I intend to keep it that way if you wish to remain safe from the Queen's clutches."

"You don't trust my sister?"

"I don't trust her pet." Pet? Cress thought back to the little blonde with puppy ears that seemed harmless. "Why not? It's just a child." Itward gave Cress an incredulous look. "A child trained by the Queen, there's no doubt in my mind she's already leaked everything, considering the two impromptu visits today." She was silent a moment, "there is much for you to learn if you are to challenge the Queen. It seems your sister has no intention of helping you, she'd rather you stay out of the politics completely." Cress's hands balled into fists, "I just want answers." She said softly, "I need to know the truth. Where do I really belong?" Itward nodded and straightened, "Then I'll help you." He smiled, but Cress already knew the dangers of accepting help from someone like him, Heron had warned her. "What's the price?" There was always a cost.

"I want to see the Queen evicted." Itward grinned, but there was nothing kind about it. "She's been ruling for far too long. You've no morals and no politics associated with Ashia." He spread his arms wide, "and you have as much claim to the crown as your sister, who your supposed Mother already intends to marry off to a Prince of another land." Cress was following, but barely. "You want me to become Queen?" Itward nodded, clasping both of her hands in his own. "Ashia needs a complete upheavel of the system. As much as I love Narisia, her morals were instilled by the Queen, she sees no problem with the fraying ends of our social fabric. You've been to the Rubble Tier and the Blossom Tier, which is more than both the Queen and current Princess have ever done. You've seen their suffering and you know it needs to change."

"What's in it for you?" Cress aksed, not trusting him. "Power, of course. I'll aid you, so long as I can have a seat on the council and watch that woman be dethroned." Cress broke herself free of his grasp. "I need answers first, I can't help you until I know the truth." He nodded, not seeming offended by her sudden need to not be touched. "Then I will help you get them and when you have your answers, then you can give me mine. In the meantime, I've employed a trustworthy tutor that will help guide you if you are to become a suitable royal." The door was knocked on several times, Itward went to check on it, moving out of the way as it slammed open, Heron had arrived with Aya, who looked like a limp noodle in her arms.