“ You know, out of the whole place in this damned world, I rather be in the deepest pits of hell than here with you.” Her tone was filled with venom, snapping at the petite woman beside her.

“ Pfft, sure sure. Empty threats don’t scare me, Skylar.”

The woman- or Skylar, snarled, huffing and puffing. The other woman, who put on a brave face is named Creed. No one knows why her family named her that, or if she truly has a family.

Lastly, in the corner of the room is our youngest-Shane. Shane is the quiet of the bunch, but always…brooding so to speak.

“ So…why are we here again?” Creed speaks, her tone low. Skylar makes no retort, or movement to the grey-eyed female. Creed gives Shane the side eye, standing up.

“ Well, you all are so fun to toy with, sorry to cut the party short but it’s best to leave.”

Creed strides towards the door, grasping onto the handle and twisting. And twisting, and twisting.

“…Sky dearie, what the actual FU-“

“ Don’t you dare blame me for this situation, albino. I played no part.”

“ Of course you did you prick! You caused us to be in this stupid, damp room for one of the most valued holidays in the world. If you weren’t getting so hansy with that bast-“

“ Hansy? Hansy? You really going to say I’m hansy when you shamelessly flirt with every single bachelor out there? Especially him? You have no dignity, spreading your-“

Shane was used to this bickering. Both Creed and Skylar always tried to kill each other, no matter what. They threw insult after insult, slurs and phrases that shouldn’t be even considered.

And to think we were all friends at one point, Shane thought.

Shane didn’t understand when they went wrong, or even if they did. They used to playful bicker, but what happened?

Maybe it was the Prince that tore them all apart. Prince Rowan of Welsh, the kingdom that they we’re currently in. Welsh all toyed with their hearts, especially Shane’s.

Sometimes, she can still feel his touch lingering. Shuddering, she clears her through, grabbing the attention of the two toddlers.

“ We won’t be leaving this room anytime soon until we get it together. You both know that. “

Shane’s voice was calm and collected, yet it was so misleading on the inside. She burned with rage, desperation and fear of what these two women could do to each other. To her.

“ Did we ask for your input, whore?” Creed snarls out, glaring at Shane. If looks could kill, Shane would be long past dead.

“…Whore? Why are you calling her a damn whore when she barely touches anyone. Honestly, check the mirror Albino. You’re the whore here-“

“ Ah yes, how I could forget. Your precious little Shane, always defending her dignity. She owns a damn strip club for Rowan’s sake.”

No matter how hard they yell, Shane can’t help but flinch. No matter how far she tries to hide from her past, it always catches up to her, and bites her right back in the ass.

‘We used to be so close, so kind…kinda. Did Rowan plant seeds of doubt in all of our minds, to separate us?’

‘That had to be it. I mean, looking at the scene in front of me- Skylars going to rip out someone’s throat…for insulting me…’

Skylar’s eyes maroon shimmer with wrath, her grip tightening on the hilt of her dagger. Yet, she makes no move.

Shane stays quiet, partially afraid of what will go down. It seems like whenever she uses her voice, someone comes to take her down.

Skylar breathes, her fingers easing off the dagger.

“ Okay…listen you two. None of this will be resolved with us insulting each other.”

“ Ha, says you. You started this whole-“

“ Creed, for once in your life shut that mouth. Can’t you see Skylars just trying to make things right?”

Creed stares at the youngster, sighting.

“ Continue, Sky.”

“ Thank you…listen. We all are pissed about being played by the prince. It’s like he wanted to split from the start, since we oh so heavily rely on each other for support. So, let’s play him back. Forget all that we witnessed. It is the most important day of the year- Lunea Solice. Ruining this day will tear him down to the meer pegs he left us. However…”

Skylar flicks her hand out, pointing at Creed.

“ Apologies, and I shall do the same.”

Creeds mouth is agape, startled. ‘Since when is Skylar calm and empathetic,’ she thinks.

“ Shane, home girl…I’m sorry for calling you a whore, a slut- all the things. That damn prince really played us, huh?”

Shane nods, mumbling a quiet acceptance.

“ As my end of the bargan, sorry for calling you an Albino, even though you are one-“

“ you jerkwad-“

“ it’s the truth, I mean it as not a insult this time.”

“ then say that, Sky.”

Skylar smirks, shrugging. “ you’ll just have to hear it from me another day. Now with that being said-“

Skylar pulls her dagger out, it’s metal gleaming in the dark cellar they were placed in by the sergeants long ago.

“ Who’s ready to destroy that royal to nothing?”