Secrecy ~Trixya female AU~

Hopeless

Sasha's POV:

I felt a wave of emotions flood my body, its large waves of fear, happiness, and many other more not combining adjectives that are more or not oxymorons of each other. In short, I barely knew how to react, or feel in this type of situation.

This couldn't be happening. I turned to Trixie, who looked as confused as Katya had, and I let myself sigh, as if to break the ice. "I know..." I started, allowing myself to pause from this oberwhelimg circumstance. "Trixie, Katya is actually related..." Katya looked down, it must have been awkward for me to know something that changes her entire life that she didn't. "To me." Trixie raised a brow, and had the expression like she was about to let a fast escape her lips, but she didn't.

"She must be. There is not other possible expectation, she's the missing princess. It explains both her Russian anscestory, and shocking similarities to past and current members of my family."

Trixie still hasn't said a word, her eyes darting from me and Katya, then back.

"Wow..." She mumbled. "That's a lot to take in." I nodded, and smiled at Katya reassuringly. "What do we do now?" Trixie asked me, peeling her eyes off me every once in a while to peer into Katya's. "I guess we must meet my parents and discuss the... Situation on our hands." I told her, grabbing a set of dungeon keys that appeared to be hidden in plain sight. I struggled to find the right key, but eventually had freed Katya.

"I'm nervous," she had admitted, as the first thing she had said in a couple minutes. "I can see why." Trixie told her, hoping to get her to feel better. "What if touch guys are wrong, and people think I'm a liar?" She asked, looking back to the dungeon cell as if she thought she'd end up there once more.

"I won't let that happen." I told her. "Genetically or not, you're still my sister. You have been through way too much in the past week to be brought down by a couple of guards who don't know how to keep security on one prisoner. Its worth at least one shot, right?" She smiled, giving me a side hug then returning her hand to Trixie's.

"Yeah, I guess, its just, lately I just feel kind of hopeless, you know?" She replied, while we walked up a flight of stairs.

Before I could reply, Trixie interrupted me (not like she has the constant need to interrupt me, huh?) "Yes." She pulled Katya closer. "I know exactly."

I smiled. Is it bad that I started to feel like a third wheel?

A/N- Sorry thus is short, but I had to update at least once