She was the perfect child, second inline for the throne, until she wasn't. The burned ones aren't the only threat Alfea faces, irreversible damage caused and secrets kept. As a child you learn that light is good and shadows are bad, but what happen...
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Octavia
"What's got you in a shit mood." Bea demands as she hands me a Hygieia potion.
I glance at her, before turning to see Stella engaged in a debate with Riven in my living room.
"Sky and I got into a fight." I confess, quickly downing the small potion of healing for my cuts and scrapes. It's not really necessary for minor cuts and scrapes but I need to be focused for this meeting.
"What did the rip off Malibu Ken doll do now?" She dramatically sighs before offering me a sympathetic grin. "Wait, you did hide the photos of Drea didn't you?"
The phots- MOTHERFU-
"It's fine, I did it." Bea cackles at me. Her laughs bounced around the room as I repeatedly hit her with a pillow.
"Are you dying in there?" Riven calls out incredulously, the door opens a crack.
"Oi," Bea snaps, "Get out, we're getting changed and gossiping."
There's a pause and I wait for the inevitable cheeky reply.
"Is that supposed to put me off?" Riv drawls as he strides into the room, kindly not looking at us as he flops face first onto my bed with a moan. "Why is your bed so comfy?"
"Did you not read 'The Princess and the Pea' as a child?" I mock, but worry flickers through me when I see Riven flinch.
His little sister likes that book. I hum in understanding of darkling's words.
I send Fenriz over to distract him, telling the shadow to curl up on the back of his neck so the cold shocks him.
He yelps. "What the hell, Fenriz!" He snaps but grabs the shadow into a snuggle and settles back onto the bed. "You two carry on, pretend I'm not here."
"Well that's my default setting with you, Riv." Stel drawls as she strides into my bedroom holding her gown. "What's tonight's theme?"
"Metamorphosis" I hum. "The dresses are hanging up in the living room"
Stel grabs Bea's hand and drags her into the living room, ignoring her protests.
"Meta- what?" Riv grumbles through the pillow
"Butterflies, sweetheart." I reply and retighten my silk dressing robe.
"Oh, sounds pretty." Riv lifts his head up to look at me. "I like green but Sky likes blue so you should wear my colours to piss him off."
