Justice recalled the paintings that decorated Serein’s castle hallways with each more beautiful than the one before. “Princesses are always beautiful. It’s in our blood. Beauty is highly regarded to marry into royalty too, no?” She sighed wistfully for if those paintings were no more, then she would no longer be able to stare, compare and put those old ghosts to shame.
“You are a princess, Ishara.” Justice tutted, brought her hands together, pressed against her forehead and sighed, as if praying for the poor girl to see the light. “Even if you choose to be, ‘Freddie.’” No doubt Reese’s undue influence. “A little of the right help and you’ll be right as rain.” She said giving the other princess a once over and a strong nod of the head. It wasn’t a lost cause, just a forgotten one.
“A...crush?” Justice’s immediate reaction was to laugh and quite haughtily. She loved herself, Lucie, Justice, being rich, beautiful and a princess yadda yadda but… “Maybe once.” She muttered under her breath, raising an index finger for the count but tempted to raise a different finger in its place. “When I was young and stupid. I thought, “Oh why not, why not him......?” Her voice drifted.
She clenched her jaw for a moment then exhaled. “But never adored more than me! So, does that count?" Her brows furrowed then she clicked her tongue, moving on. “ Is Vera Reese’s ‘special person?’” She asked with a slight tilt of the head as her arms slid naturally into the bathrobe that seemingly fell from the sky. She closed and tied it up loosely around the waist, ignoring the petty squabbles of the fairies.
“Maybe!!! Maybe we don’t, uh, talk about that yet? Unless, perhaps, Reese wants to, yes?”
"FREDDIE! My life isn't a gossip column!! SHUT UP!"
Now, things got more interesting and she was invested but someone else decided to compete with her earlier shouting. Kinera was off and Reese was off like it was a race. Ishara was shaken but Justice just packed her things at a leisurely pace. Whatever was going on sounded closer to the cabins and that would make it Lilith's and Eowyn's problem. “I wouldn't worry.” She said, placing each item in her luggage with care as there was no telling when she could restock.
“Thanks for coming to look for me. I appreciate it,” Turning to Silvia, she waited for a semblance of gratitude. When she found none, her suitcase of bath bombs and product was slammed shut. You wouldn't even know... How about you ask... Silvia's past words infuriated her. She shoved past the taller and stronger girl without caution to say, “Hypocrite.” Her silver eyes sharp as a blade but she kept her tongue, for the most part, sheathed. Was there even a point arguing this anymore...?
"Queen Eowyn wants to speak with all of you once more. If you want to change clothes first, you're welcome to. We're over by the well. Reese, Meridian, and Sibylla are there already."
Justice sighed loudly, declaring today the day where being free of interruption was next to impossible! "I didn't get to relax or unwind at all! My sole purpose for coming out this far." She whined, the terrain and distance not kind to her feet that only traveled in the most hospitable conditions. "Please tell me I can expect a tea party?” Unlikely, but the suggestion was out there for the taking.