Clarissa, Queen Narissa's child, is on the list of new VKs that want to go to Auradon, and dreams of that fairy tale life more than anything, yearning to be more than simply worthless . When she finally leaves the gritty, cold, and cruel Isle with h...
That night, I finally arrived in my enormous dorm room and took a good look around.
Daughter Gothel's small corner of the room involved a window seat underneath strands of red-and-gold paper lanterns. We had decided to move the school-designated vase of yellow roses from our cherry-wood armoire to a small end table next to the window seat.
Besides the alcove our friend had taken it upon herself to occupy, the rest of the room was divided into my half and Dizzy's, with a large worktable in the center of the room tying it all together.
My half of the room involved a lavish dark blue and silver, queen-sized canopy bed, an elegant black crystal chandelier, and a small ivory nightstand. I had claimed this bed last night, the moment I had laid eyes on it.
CLARISSA'S PART OF THE ROOM:
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I began unpacking the few significant possessions I had brought from the Isle: the worn and tattered copy of Dictatorship for Beginners that I had pawned from Dr. Facilier's shop, the dragon-wing pendant necklace Dizzy had made me for my fifteenth birthday, a spell book given to me by my mother, who, given we were both still on the Isle, believed it to now be "useless and trifling, just like me," and a set of fashion sketches.
I liked to look gothic, elegant, and powerful, like a dark queen, and my appearance reflected that.
Dizzy had wasted no time at all in making her space her own, covering the typical blues and golds of her furniture and bed with splashes of bright color in all hues of the rainbow. On her wall was a bulletin board covered with gems, sequins, scraps of lace, beads, pieces of metal, and any other miscellaneous knicknacks. When I walk into her half, I step into a kaleidoscope.
The worktable is where we all meet up to design and sew ensembles (me, Dizzy, Goth, and sometimes Evie when she visits Dizzy), improvise with materials (me and Dizzy), or practice styling hair (Dizzy and Goth.) I walked over to it and set my old sketches next to Dizzy's materials and expertly crafted accessories. Goth keeps her materials on the worktable, too.
"Guys, I'm lying to and emotionally manipulating a boy who genuinely likes me, purely to gain power over his kingdom."
I collapsed onto my bed.
"It's official. I really am evil."
Goth stood. "No, you're not. You have your mother's passion and resolve, thirst for power, cunning, deception, magic, and, apparently, powers of seduction. But you are NOT evil."
She looked straight into my soul, her gray eyes shining like the moon.
"Would a villain go out of her way to sit next to Uma, of all people?," she asked with a guilty, rueful grin.
"Maybe that proves that I'm a villain," I pointed out.
Goth opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again.
