"𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬?"
"𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐞𝐬."
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
in which the other dragomir princess falls for exactly who s...
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[ season 1 — episode 2 ]
The entire world of the Dragomir sisters was turned around after the Queen suddenly announced Lissa would be the next Queen without even warning the girl. It was all over the media outlets the next morning. When morning did come, Victor was in their dorm room to coach her on upcoming changes.
"Okay, Mia will help you prepare," Victor said. His daughter was perched on the edge of her bed with Mischa, both looking at the schedule on her tablet. "She studied up on all of this."
"When I thought I would be queen," she couldn't help but say bitterly.
"Did Rose lose her phone privileges?" Lissa asked nervously. This was the exact time she needed her friend. Surely, she'd have heard the news, so why hadn't she come to see Lissa or at least text her? "I haven't heard from her."
"I don't know. The Guardians handle their own punishments," Victor told her. But he suspected that the school would want distance between the two, especially with Lissa now being in line for the throne.
"My punishment being queen?" Lissa couldn't help but asked, rolling her eyes.
It got no comment from any of them in the room, though Mia did narrow her eyes. Victor quickly moved past it. "After this, Mia will run you through political tutorials of all twelve Heads of Family."
"Mostly gossips and backstabbers," Mia muttered.
"The best way to get their vote is for them to think you're their new best friend," he added.
"And Lissa is charming, so I'm sure you've got nothing to worry about," Mischa told her sister.
Lissa sighed, still unhappy. "Fine, but this entire thing is ridiculous."
"What's ridiculous is you not wanting to be queen," Mia piped up, not bothering to hide her true feelings. It was understandable given how her circumstances changed so quickly.
"Why would I want to do something I'm completely unprepared to do?" Lissa mumbled, looking at her sister. "Why weren't you chosen? You're older. You don't have any plans for your future. Everyone love you, Moroi and Dhampir alike. You were the one that always got compared to Andre, and this was Andre's thing, not mine," Lissa mumbled.
"I think we can both agree that you're no Andre," Mia couldn't help but say bitterly.
"Mia," Victor said sharply.
She looked down apologetically. "Sorry."
"If only he were still here, right?" Lissa asked, getting a little overwhelmed. "Then you'd be queen, and everyone would still be hopeful about the future, and I'd have my family back."
Victor stepped up a moment before Mischa did as well to comfort her. "Hey. Everyone is hopeful about the future. You're unsullied by faction politics. Everyone's excited about you, at least, everyone who matters," he assured her. "Now I need to head to the Council. Everyone's gathering to discuss your Specialization Ceremony."
