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âDarcey, I donât know what to do!â Mary Ann wailed. She tipped back onto Darceyâs elaborate set of crimson embroidered pillows and gasped. âI thought everything would work out. I thought⊠I thought maybe we could still pull it off.â
âWork what out, Mary Ann? Are you ok?â Darcey wrapped her arms around her distressed friend. Gently, slowly, Darcey rocked the sobbing girl. What seemed like hours passed before Mary Ann could choke back her tears and explain what had happened.
âDante and IâŠhad a fight,â Mary Ann said, trying desperately to control the flow of tears down her face.
âSo? Honey, it doesnât matter!â Darcey rubbed Mary Annâs back in slow, circular motions. It always helped her high strung friend to relax.
âIt doesnât matter? Darcey, of course it matters!â Mary Ann was in no position to be comforted. Darcey had no idea what the real problem behind this was, but from the way Mary Ann was bawling, it wasnât long before she would find out.
âMary Ann, why does it matter? Why does it matter if you and Dante had a fight?â Darcey asked quietly, mindful of her friendâs generally over the top reactions to simple questions.
âBecause, DarceyâŠbecause I love him.â
Mary Annâs simple statement almost knocked Darcey off her feet. Mary Ann and Dante? They had always seemed like mutual friends, content when the other was around, but just as easy to be alone. Scenes from her past, from her memory of Dante, came tumbling back into her mind. Dante fighting with Will over who, she had thought at the time, would get to date her. Dante holding her hand on that first flight to Dijoubwe. Was it possible that he and Mary Ann had been together all that time?
âYouâŠoh,â Darcey fumbled over her words, trying desperately to save what little self-control she had left.
âSo what am I supposed to do?â Mary Ann whined, sinking back into Darceyâs plush down bed.
âMary Ann, I honestly have no idea. I mean, how long have you two been, uh, you know. Together?â It was uncomfortable, talking to Mary Ann about a boy who had so recently tried to win Darceyâs heart. Or at least thatâs what she thought at the time.
âI donât know, Darcey. Around two years?â Mary Ann sniffed, trying gallantly to hold back her tears.
âOh,â Darcey said quietly. Two years was such a long time. And there had been so many clues to dissuade the idea! Will had said that Dante had a girlfriend in the mountains back homeâŠand another one on Obweji. Had Will been lying to her?
Darcey softly left the bed and wandered to her balcony, watching the little people scurrying around beneath her, oblivious to her observations. They were all of them so small, so insignificant to her, but they each led their own lives separate from hers. They did not know of her inner demons, and she of theirs. But surely they had them. Everyone had to.
âDarcey?â a voice behind her quietly called. The foundling princess did not need to turn to know that it was Mary Ann, eager to reanimate her sympathy. Her back tightened at the thought. She drew her shoulders together and straightened, closing her eyes but refusing to turn and meet her friendâs.
âGet out.â Her voice said, with all the cool poise of a summer thunderstorm. Her mind and body had gotten hard, her heart iced over. The warmth and love died from her eyes, replaced by severe judgement and distrust.
âWhat? Why would youâŠcome on, Darcey. Can we talk?â Mary Annâs voice spoke of anxiety and unease, but Darcey knew her countenance would be as calm and collected as it ever was.
âYou may address me as Princess, or My Lady. But now, Lady Palma, I insist upon your leaving me to myself.â Darcey turned and stared down her friend. Her green eyes flashed a dangerous fire, ready and willing to devour every positive emotion she once held dear. And she was on the verge of letting it do just that.
A minute passed as the two girls stared at each other, one desperate to understand what had happened, the other desolate of her former feelings. Finally, Mary Ann took a step forward and reached for Darceyâs arm. Before she had even covered half the distance, the dangerous girl opened her mouth and screamed. âGuards! Guards! Take Lady Palma away from me. She seems to misunderstand which of us is more consequential.â
Darcey watched as two burly men in violet and gold came forward and each took one of Mary Annâs arms. They led her out of the glorious bedroom, while three more followed behind. She put up no fight, but continually threw glares back at her princess, demanding to know her crime. Darcey just stared through her, entirely unwilling to even entertain the thought. The winds picked up and flew her robes and hair before her face, whipping around her like flames devouring their victim. She watched as her former friend was dragged off into uncertainty. Turning back to the balcony, she once again watched the street peddlers and palace servants, but in a new and deadly light.
Darcey was a princess. Someday soon, all of this would be hers, and she would make absolutely sure that no one, not even a trifling childhood companion, would ever forget it.
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Publication Date: 06-24-2011
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