"Have you still not realized that as Cinderella we don't even need to lift a finger to accomplish our goals?" Her Fairy reflection challenged.
"Oberon calls us Bonded, and you often use a 'we' designate now with Cinderella, so am I becoming a Fairy or are you becoming mere human?" she asked directly.
"Yes," the answer was infuriating and expected. It seemed that more of the superstitions held bare truth; Fairies did take a child as a sacrifice, but that Child was the Summoner and not an offspring. "Does it matter anymore where I end and you begin? Are we not more now that we're together?"
"Are you beholden to Méabh?" she was still Xutia's Shield even if her Empress was also a hostile entity.
"No more than you are to Emperor Andrion," so loyal to the concept of the ruler, not the person filling the role.
"What is the long-term goal you and Méabh want with me?" She knew better than to ask and yet it still came out.
"Peace," the Fairy answered though it clarified nothing.
"And what will this peace cost? "she knew better than to assume it would be consequence-free.
"Nothing more than has already been spent Cinderella; blood spilled, Wishes made, and contacts formed," as if that weren't ominous enough.
"Who's blood," she asked even though it really ought not to be said.
"Our enemies, preferably," that at least was an answer she could believe in.
"I have no intention of being a monster," she warned gently, not afraid to use violence as needed but not wanting to revel in it.
"I have no intention of being a mere monster," her Fairy countered with a smile Emberlee recognized as the one she'd used on Jimena earlier, "we are capable of being something more impressive and you both know and fear that."
She just wanted to be a good Marchioness and keep Ortega safe. "I will be exactly what I need to be, nothing more and nothing less," she spoke it with the certainty required to make it the truth. Emberlee bent to the task of preparing for three significant events to occur all bet back to back. "You are me now," she accepted the truth and lie in that statement "so I expect to be very busy until I'm on the other side of this experience."
Her reflection stared back in tentative silence for a moment before accepting, "And it is going to be quite the experience, something for the 온라인카지노게임 books."
"There's a reason it's considered a curse when you wish someone an interesting life," Technically she wasn't drinking alone as her reflection saluted her with a glass that wasn't the wine she was drinking. "May our Name become both a blessing and a curse."
"It's certainly going to be remembered regardless," cheered the Fairy Bonded to her. Emberlee pragmatically realized that only the future could tell whether she'd be seen as a hero or villain. "So you've decided what to do with our unwanted house guests," Cinderella enthused.
"The best way to protect Ortega March from their corruption is to move them as far away as I can. I should eject them to the Capital where they can live on the stipend from Father's estate until we can have them resolved," she did plan on cutting them adrift after all they'd attempted to do to her, but she wasn't seeking vengeance yet.
It would suit her reeds if Jimena were to choose to move to the Capital of her own volition, but if needed Emberlee could try to encourage the idea of leaving. It could even be perceived as in Jimena's best interest as it'd be easier for her to move now while she's still in the early stages of her pregnancy. Imperial Princess Vivian's birthday was in less than four months and the roads were already clearing up compared to last month's weather; it'd take less than a month for them to arrive in the Capital. Emberlee would set out with Oberon once he arrived on an Official carriage.

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Wicked Steps
FantasyEmberlee Ortega was born and raised to be her Mother's Heir; the Marchioness of their March and the symbolic Shield of her Nation, Xutia. But despite being Blessed, tragedy and intrigue conspire to force Emberlee to engage in the deadly game of Impe...
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