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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｡･:*:･ﾟ★,"I don't think any of you need me specifically."｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡
Stella
Brandon is a surprisingly good rave dancer. Not that he looks the part in his suit but we enjoy it nonetheless. I giggle as he twirls me around till my back is against his front. I tilt my head back, grazing my lips on the underside of his jaw. Brandon pulls me through the crowds till we're at the edge and I can see Tavi having a heated argument with the General.
Brandon kisses down my neck, chuckling at my little jerks and moans. Silence suddenly echoes through the room as the music switches off and Brandon pulls away, immediately shifting to cover my body with his, scanning the room for a threat until-
"I remember the faces of the starving five year old children I saw-"
Fuck. That's Tavi.
But my twin is talking to the general. Which means...
A political headache is what it means
"-begged me to save them, as they begged me for food, for a new home, for safety and protection."
I swallow back tears at my sister's words, flinching at the way some in the crowd turn to look at me. Tears spill down my cheeks as I see fairies and specialists alike get out their phone and begin recording. This is a private matter, I want to scream. I know Octavia would never intentionally let this argument be public.
The queen is watching her, watching my sister. Dread coils in my stomach. No. No, no, no. She can't see. She'll punish Tavi for this, for humiliating her. Images of chains and shackles flicker to my mind, the memory of a younger Octavia bound in iron and locked away in a cold cell. What if she did worse than that? There are many more worse things than a few dark nights in a cell.
"-but I do know my people, I know them far better than you do." Tavi finishes and my ears hollow out as cheering echoes around me.
I can't hear them, fear consumes me at the though of my twin's punishment. Distantly I hear Brandon call my name, feel him tug at my arms till I move, following him blindly through the crowd. Fresh air fills my lungs and I gasp in relief as the cold sensation overrides the panic.
"Stel?" Brandon murmurs,
I nod, taking slow deep breaths as I look up to the star filled sky to hold back my tears.
"I'm okay," I rasp, wincing at the sound of my own voice, "Just worried for the political fallback."
He chuckles and clasps my hand with his. "You don't have to worry about your sister all the time. I know she's younger than you but from what I've seen she can take care of herself."
