《Alive bond》The ball(part 1)
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The Spirits talked for a while longer but eventually they gave up. In their desperate effort to discover the secret of their Queen and sister they had started making up scenarios that looked more like movie scripts. This wasn't their fault. They didn't have any information on their hands and truth be told they couldn't trust the given information anyway.
They were all silent,thinking when suddenly the door opened and Eve came inside the room. Everyone was surprised and a little afraid. Has someone informed Eve of their secret meeting?
"I was told I would find you here. There is something very important we need to discuss.",her tone was flat,serious,without color just like it had been all this year. Even Mary hated that tone. It made Eve sound like a soul giving advice to the living rather than a young and energetic ruler.
"Now that you mention it,yes there is indeed something that needs to be discussed." Irini probably thought this was an excellent opportunity to ask directly what was going on.
"Everything else,but this,can wait. I want you all to clear your schedules for next Friday. The Dark Queen and I decided to organise a ball. Alongside our usual quests,the Shadows Princes will also attend with a handful of guards and a few other Shadows.So we better start planning."
Everyone stared at her like there was something wrong with her. Everyone had the same thoughts but they didn't know how to express them. At the end Mary decided to voice her opinion.
"So you are saying that the Dark Queen agreed to this?"
"She was the one that proposed the idea"
"Why?"
"She said it was time to put our differences aside and start a new era together. She thinks a social gathering would be a perfect starting point."
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"And you want us to believe that someone who up until last year didn't even want to set foot on this castle,who was always absent during our meetings with the Shadows,who hated us enormously,is interested in universal peace?"
"Ask her,dont ask me"
"No,I'm asking you because...."
"One moment please because there is another problem with this proposal. Eve,you know that Thanos will be reborn soon,and when I say soon I mean within the next 15 days. Don't you think it is a bit risky to invite them to such a tiring event? Aside from the fact that I doubt that Haures has the energy to deal with this kind of obligation right now,there is the possibility that the energy lines will break during the ball and I don't need to explain to you that the birth of a Shadow Prince inside the High Spirits' palace would be a diplomatic nightmare.",Andromeda explained, trying to convince Eve that this ball was a very bad idea without this conversation turning into a fight.
"Your concerns are valid,Andromeda,but you must admit that this is too good of an opportunity to pass up. Johanna will also be present so medical assistance will be available if anything were to happen. Anyway,I already accepted the proposal so I can't turn back now. I will return soon with the plans."
As she turned to leave,Erika made a strange comment
"I'm not sure if this new found docility towards the Dark Queen is a sign of compromise for the sake of peace or a sigh of surrender."
The Queen didn't turn to answer her sister. She just stopped walking to show that she heard her and she exited the room.
"She doesn't believe what she said",Erica continued
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"What do you mean?",Irini asked
"Her posture,her tone,her look. In front of us wasn't a person that was ready to defend something they believe is right. And we know Eve.When she agrees with something,she can get pretty defensive. On the contrary,this wasn't my sister. Or,to be more precise,this person that spoke to us wasn't a Queen. She was simply a messenger.And a reluctant one.",Erica said
"You mean to say that Eve is being used?",Irini asked
"Exactly.And I believe that the prime suspect is quite obvious."
"The Dark Queen? Yes,it seems likely. She is the only one with the power to force Eve to do anything. If you are correct then the Queen is probably being blackmailed. But with what?"
"As blizzard as this sounds it is the most possible and logical scenario at this point.But what does the Dark Queen want from her that she can't obtain it herself? It is true that her behaviour is very unusual and out of character as of late and unfortunately this makes it more difficult for us to find out what kind of scheme she is plotting",Andromeda added.
"I agree. I propose we go with the flow for now. Let's organise the ball as instructed and we will use this opportunity to figure out as many things as possible. We can only hope that the unpleasant surprises will be kept at the minimum."
They all nodded in agreement and left to attend to their duties always keeping their eyes and ears open for new developments.
Meanwhile in the corridor Eve was sending someone a text.
(I did it. I convinced them. The ball will be held according to plan)
She received a reply,sooner than she wanted.
(Good job,Eve. I knew you wouldn't have any problems. The Princes? Did you manage to persuade them?)
(I just sent them an invitation.They both knew that their absence would raise suspicion so in the end they will attend,despite their reluctance. Paimon complained at me about it,saying that I acted as if I don't know what is going on around me)
(My Princes were always short tempered. Don't worry. If all goes according to plan that night would be the night when all your problems come to an end.)
(Don't mock me.You know as well as I do that my problems and that of the entire multiverse will start on that night.)
(Not for all. The Four Class will at least have their Duchess.)
(That is the only thing that keeps me standing despite the guilt.)
(You are so dramatic. See you in a week)
She didn't reply.She simply continued to walk down the corridor not sure where she was going. She just wanted to keep moving.Maybe she wanted to walk away from the world before it realises that she failed. Maybe she just didn't care anymore.
She didn't know.
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