Defy The Throne

Chapter 2||Revi

Krewella - Ammunition

Revi sat on the hill, a black fur cloak wrapped around her shoulders. Snowflakes fell upon her palms as she held them out. The hill was plain except for the snow that covered it; the land that surrounded her an endless white expanse.

She imagined flame erupting along the ground, ruining its false peacefulness. Not that she hated winter itself–only the unnatural silence of it whenever Revi found herself alone.

The fire would stretch until it reached the sky, its flames stark bright against the dawn-red horizon.

It was only ever beautiful in her imaginations.

"Dear Revi, what are you doing here?" Someone asked from behind her.

Revi twisted to look back. And smiled. "Vesta."

The red haired girl sat down beside her, shivering in her own heaps of cloaks. "If only fire was your forte. Then I'd ask you to melt this whole place."

Laughing, Revi tilted her head up, closing her eyes. She didn't bother to point out that Vesta was already fire herself.

"You still haven't answered my question," Vesta quipped.

Revi sighed. "I am watching the sky turn red."

"Such a dreamer, as usual," jabbed Vesta, though not unkindly.

No, she thought. More so than a dreamer. "Just tell me the reason why you're here."

Without a beat, the Courtesan responded, "It's almost time for your debut."

Ah, yes. The Garden Ball in the that would be held in honor of her debut–where she would showcase her full powers to the public.

It was the true reason she'd come to the hills in the first place. To forget about it.

But there was no way of escaping it now.

Standing, Revi offered a hand to Vesta. "Let's go then."

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The moment Revi returned to the Aurum Court, servants escorted her to her dressing rooms to prep for the Ball.

Her nails were shaped and painted, dark rouge was applied to her lips. Instead of curling and pinning Revi's hair up like they usually did, they put her dark hair into multiple braids and wrapped them around her head like a crown, pearl pins adorning it.

And then the dress.

There were no laces. Only a few petticoats underneath, perhaps, but besides that the dress was made entirely of black silk. It flowed behind her on the ground like liquid darkness. A leather waist belt was fastened around her, adding the finishing touch.

When Revi studied herself in the mirror, she knew Vesta had picked this attire. If it were anyone else, they'd likely put her in heaps of laces and a heavy gown with puffed up sleeves.

But Vesta knew the extent of her powers; knew that practicality would be needed, not only beauty.

This dress was its own kind of armour.

And Revi was the mistress of storms.

The doors opened, revealing the owner–and her Instructor–of the Aurumn Court, Julianne.

Looking her up and down, Julianne nodded in approval. She never said too much words.

"The people are waiting."

And with that, the Instructor spun on her heel and walked out, leaving Revi to follow behind.

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