What if Jennette Margarita had a twin sister? One who was just like Athanasia. One who knew not only '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜', but also '𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜?'
One who was particularily fond of the lovely brunnete p...
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♔ 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ♔
"Y'know, I'd appreciate it if you didn't use my presence here as an excuse to get chocolates." Juliette handed the cloth wrapped treats she was given by Lilian York to Athanasia. "I don't even like them."
Athanasia shrugged. "All the more reason to do it." She showcased a pointed grin, grabbing as much chocolate as she could fit in her hand and proceeded to stuff them into her mouth.
Juliette shook her head, too tired to really bother about it any more than she already had.
"Whatever." She sighed.
"By the way," The younger princess perked up, beginning between handfuls of the messy treat. "We never really continued on the fact of where you came from..." she drawled out, tilting her head to innocently glance at her visual twin.
Athanasia suddenly threw her hands down to the carpeted floor (much to Juliette's dismay. Like- why get a perfectly clean carpet dirty...?) and leaned her full body weight toward Juliette, eyes sparkling. "Athy wants to know!"
For the next few seconds that followed, Juliette silently stared at the abomination of a sight in front of her, her full face twisted into a pained grimace. That poor carpet. No, worse. Those poor maids. She could already sense the struggle that the maids would be put through when they find out about the stains on the floor.
Juliette forced herself to fix her face and gradually took on a more neutral stare, returning her attention to her look-alike. "I used to live in America, Michigan." She replied, blinking once.
It seriously was gonna be a whole lot harder to look at Athanasia the same after this, given what on God's green earth she just witnessed. Juliette feels as if she's been cheated out of something. ... She doesn't know what, though. Probably her innocence.
She'll never be the same. What a heinous crime the toddler just committed... She'd have to be more careful around this menace. Definitely.
Athanasia blankly stared at Juliette in response, registering the response given to her. "Michigan..?" She quietly uttered, not really knowing where the given state was. Y'know, since she lived in South Korea and all.
She shrugged not a moment later, perking up once again. "Okay... well, I'm fro-"
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The ex-emperor paid his seething blonde child no heed, delighted to instead focus solely on his only other daughter.
Sitting cris-cross across from Anastacius on the picnic blanket, Jennette turned her head to her sister, hearing the —now— familiar sound of wisps of magic resonating in the air.
