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pocketfullofpearlies · 13 days ago

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RISE OF RED: A TALE OF HEADS AND HEARTS

(Descendants: Rise of Red Fanfiction/Re-imagining)

Chapter 7

Soon both girls were dressed and they waited around till Faye came knocking. "Oh wow, you girls look great," she said, smiling at them. "Thank you," Chloe said cordially. She was dressed in an icy blue mini dress over transparent leggings and her sparkly boots. She'd left her hair to tumble down her shoulders and wore lip gloss from a tube she'd tucked into her pocket from earlier. Red was dressed much simpler in a red tank top and black cargo pants, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and her new sunglasses balanced on her nose. "Dinner time round here is a big deal," Faye explained as they left the room and started walking towards the elevators. "Before it used to be simple and casual, but then some of the royals started dressing as if it was a gala. Now we have an unofficial dress code." "Sounds stupid," Red commented, stuffing her hands into her trousers pockets. "No it doesn't. Dressing up is fun," Chloe argued. "Would you rather be in a T-shirt and jeans?" "Yeah, probably. Then I wouldn't be worried about getting food on it while I eat." Chloe scoffed. "Who ever heard of a Princess without table manners." "A Princess?" Faye looked at Red curiosly. "She meant that metaphorically." They were on the ground floor now, about to walk out the door. There were a bunch of girls, walking round, talking and giggling, and outside there were even more. Chloe kept her eyes peeled for her mum, looking intently at the Jewel building. The girls coming out of Jewel were dressed in dresses similar to her own, stylish and sparkly. Some even wore heels and fancy jewelry, with fluffed up hair and light touches of makeup. The girls from Fairy Dust were still very put together but not as glitzy, and the Cauldron girls seemed to go for drama and intrigue with their outfits rather than just looking pretty. They followed Faye and joined what seemed to be a sea of people walking towards the dining hall. The boys were coming from their dorms and added to the crowd. Red looked at them through her glasses. Which one of these boys could be her father?

Would she recognise him by any chance? Maybe she had his hair or his skin tone or the shape of his nose? Soon they were inside the dining hall, which was huge, the size of a whole ballroom, with round tables and chairs arranged restaurant style and long buffet tables at the far end holding platters of food for the students to dish out from.

The hall was gradually filling up and there was already a line at the buffet tables. The noise of hundreds of students gathered together was deafening. "Ooh, I see them," Faye said, her voice raised slightly. She walked determinedly, eyes fixed on a particular table as the girls trailed behind her. On getting to the table, both Chloe and Red choked on air. "Hey guys," Faye greeted the two girls seated at the table already. "These are my new friends Scarlett and Cate. Meet Ella and Iracebeth, you two." She directed the last sentence to Red and Chloe, who were both trying to get over themselves and the fact that their mothers were sitting right in front of them. "Hi, I'm Ella," the first girl said, with a gorgeous smile. Her brown skin glowed and her soft honey blonde curls framed her pretty face perfectly. "I'm Iracebeth...but just call me Bridget," the other girl said. Her skin was tanned and she had a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, which went well with her bright, blood-red waves of hair that flowed down her back. Just like Red, she had the eyes of the Wonderlandian Royal family; a deep reddish-brown, but hers were more vivid in colour, the redness of her irises clear and vibrant, making Mirana's eyes seem almost dead and cold in comparison.

“Hi,” Red said, shocked at the friendly, inviting tone of her mother’s voice.

“Care for a cookie?” Iracebeth offered, pushing forward a container filled with prettily decorated cookies. “I made them myself; a Wonderlandian recipe.”

“Glitter cookies.” Red kicked herself for blurting that out, but she was beside herself with surprise when she noticed the unique crust and patterns in the decoration.

The Queen of Hearts hated glitter cookies. So much so that she had banned them from the kingdom entirely. Whenever Red was craving one, she either had to do whatever crazy thing the Cheshire Cat asked for as an incentive, or sneak into the kitchen in the dead of night and make a batch in the dark- which never turned out well.

Iracebeth’s eyes widened, as did her smile. “How did you know? Are you from Wonderland?”

“Uh, no. But I have an…um..aunt that’s half Wonderlandian. She makes them for us all the time.”

“That’s amazing!”

“You know, Iracebeth here is a Princess of Wonderland,” Faye said, taking a cookie.

“That’s hardly important, though,” Iracebeth countered, rolling her eyes playfully.

She reached into the container and pulled out a cookie, placing it in Red’s hand. “Here. Welcome to MA. It’s nice to have another red-head around.” "H-hi Ella," Chloe said, attempting to control the emotions welling up in her. Unlike her dad, who had albums full of memories of a pleasant childhood, her mum didn't even have a single picture from when she was younger, aside from the one her parents took together on their first date at a ball.

“Hello,” Ella said, her soft voice coated with a distinct French accent. “I love your hair. So pretty.”

I got it from you, Chloe wanted to say, but instead she said. “Thank you so much. Yours is pretty too, it’s so shiny.”

“And it smells like a freshly candied apple,” Iracebeth commented, taking a sip of water.

“What have I told you about smelling my hair?”

Iracebeth batted her lashes with a cheeky smile. “Well you can’t blame me, candied apples are my favourite.”

Red watched both girls as they bantered back and forth with their inside joke. Now she finally had an explanation as to why her mother had candy apples banned in Wonderland.

Chloe did too, realizing that her mother hadn’t exaggerated about her friendship with the Queen of Hearts.

“Don’t mind these two,” Faye cut in. “They’ve been attached at the hip since the very first day.”

“And ironically, our sisters have been too,” Iracebeth added.

“Sisters?” Red’s interest was piqued.

“Yeah; my sister and Ella’s twin step-sisters are best friends too.”

“That’s…interesting,” Chloe said.

“ À pic (Right on cue),” Ella muttered.

They all followed her line of vision, which ended on three girls heading towards the back of the dining hall.

Chloe tried not to let any shock show on her features as she caught sight of the younger versions of her step-aunts. Anastasia wore a frilly purple dress and her auburn hair fell down her shoulders in distressed ringlet curls. Drizella was in a green top and matching mini skirt, her chocolate coloured hair cut in a sleek bob.

In their middle stood Mirana, whose blood-red lipstick contrasted with her milky white skin giving her an even more striking look. She was also all dressed up, in a cream halter top and checkered pants in red and white.

They attracted lots of stares as they walked towards their table, and they seemed to revel in them, noses up in the air.

“Are you guys…um…close?” Chloe eventually asked, hoping her voice wouldn’t give away the fact that she already knew the answer to the question.

Ella and Iracebeth shared a looked and laughed like they knew something the others didn’t. But Chloe could see the pain that had seeped into her mother’s features.

“It’s…complicated,” Iracebeth said, and Red couldn’t help but notice the slight sadness in her voice, something she’d never heard before.

“Come on girls, let’s grab something from the buffet tables before it’s all gone,” Faye said.

But before they could get up numerous shrieks and screams broke out all over the dining hall.

“What’s happening?” Red asked, suddenly on alert.

The screams got louder with each passing second and there were several students on their feet as well.

“They must be back,” Iracebeth said, sinking a fork down into her plate.

“Who?” Chloe craned her neck, only to see a group of boys walking in, all wearing what looked like Knight’s armour, holding their helmets under their arms.

“The Knight Ball team. They travelled for an away match and they just got back,” Faye explained. “It’s a big deal.”

“They’re acting like they just slayed a Jabberwocky or something,” Red muttered.

“You know what those are?”

“Uh…my aunt told me,” Red avoided Iracebeth’s look, turning to face the front of the dining hall where the team were still receiving a warm welcome.

“That one over there,” Faye pointed at a tall, handsome boy with golden-brown hair who had a red band across the sleeve of his armour. “That’s King Arthur.”

“Like…sword in the stone, Excalibur Arthur?” Chloe asked, eyes widening.

Faye nodded. “Merlin wanted him to attend school for a few years before officially ascending the throne as King. He’s the captain of the team.”

“Oh, wow.”

“My cousin’s on the team too,” Faye said, beaming with pride. “Oh look, here he comes now.”

Sure enough, a long-legged boy with wavy, jet-black hair was jogging up to their table, a wide, flawless smile on his face.

Red turned back, only to see Iracebeth’s face flushing with colour.

“Hey, cuz. Hey, Ella,” the boy said once he got to their table, his voice supriingly deep. “Whew…let me catch my breath for a sec.”

He bent over, clutching his helmet before using one hand to lift his mop of hair, staring straight ahead of him with a smirk. “Hey, Ira-Bridget,” he said.

Alarm bells rang in Red’s head as her mother’s lip twitched with a smile she was obviously trying to hide. “Hey, Thornbush.”

“Boy, I love it when you distort my name, Red,” he said, standing upright and wiping sweat off his forehead, his eyes still fixed on Iracebeth.

Red’s head was swimming, thoughts popping out at a speed faster than she could reason them out.

“Hey, ball boy, meet Scarlett and Cate, new students. Girls, meet my cousin, Thorne.”

Suddenly the rushing wave of thoughts in Red’s head stopped and her heart skipped almost a few beats too many.

“Charmed, ladies,” Thorne said, taking turns to shake both their hands. “Welcome to our school.”

“Thanks,” Chloe said, returning his smile. “Good game?”

“Oh yeah, we crushed them as usual.” He looked directly at Iracebeth again. “Wish you could’ve seen it.”

Iracebeth tilted her head and opened her mouth to reply him, but before she could do that, she noticed a slim pair of pale fingers wrapped around Thorne’s armour-covered waist from behind.

“I��m so proud of you, Thorney,” Mirana said in a purr-like tone, revealing herself from where she was standing behind him.

“Oh, thanks, Mirana,” he said politely, gently removing her hands from his waist.

Mirana gripped onto his hands with her own, giggling under her breath and tossing her perfectly coiffed electric white hair over her shoulder.

“You know, Arthur, Philip and Florian are all at our table. Why don’t you join us?”

“Nah, I think I’m just gonna grab a plate to-go and head up to my room.”

“Okay, well, there might be a party happening later behind Fairy Dust. You know you’re invited.”

“Yeah, thanks. But I’m really, really tired. I just came to say hi to my cousin and friends.”

“I see.” Mirana cast a side glance at the girls, offering them a general tight-lipped smile before facing Thorne again, dropping his hands from hers so she could move in closer to him. “Well, you should get some rest. And if you feel better in a few hours, you know where to find me.”

She stood on her tip-toes, circled her arms round his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek in one fluid motion before letting him go and walking away with a hair toss.

Thorne attempted to wipe off the print of Mirana’s kiss from his cheek but her lipstick refused to budge, leaving very obvious proof of her action.

“Great,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes.

He looked sideways, only to see Iracebeth poking holes in the meat on her plate.

He was at her side before he could stop himself crouching down beside her.

“I didn’t know she was gonna do all that,” he started saying, his voice low.

“It’s no problem, Thorne. You’re free to do what you want,” she replied at the same volume.

Red watched them as they conversed, her breathing better regulated than it was before.

Her mum and…..her dad.

For the first time in all her life she had a clear image of who her father was.

Granted, she had never really given much thought to the concept of having a father when she was younger. It was just her, her mum, the Hatter and Maddox, and so she assumed it took just one person to make a child, until she noticed all the complete families in the kingdom and asked Maddox about it.

She had tried several times to imagine what he would have looked like or sounded like, but after a while, she abandoned the whole idea.

And now, here he was with her mother.

“But-“ Thorne argued.

“-It’s fine,” Iracebeth said. “Get something to eat and go rest. You’ve had a long day. We’ll talk another time, okay?”

Thorne got up as she sipped from her glass of water.

“I’ll leave you guys to enjoy your dinner now. I’m in dire need of some chicken and a shower. Goodnight.”

The girls chorused their goodbyes as he left their table.

“So, is Thorne your cousin from your mum or dad’s side?” Chloe asked Faye after they’d gotten their food and were seated back at the table again.

“Neither,” Faye said, using a knife and cutting up her food into bite-sized chunks.

“Oh?”

“His mother abandoned him in the forest, and Nanny, the head of my fairy school, adopted him. He basically grew up in the school around us, and when we did the exchange program, he followed Maleficent and I here.”

Chloe stopped chewing. “Maleficent is in this school too?” she asked, covering her mouth as she talked over the food in it.

Red scoffed. “Now look who’s got table manners.”

“Yes, Maleficent attends this school. You must’ve heard of the whole christening incident with Princess Aurora.”

“Yeah, I… heard of that.”

“No need to be worried,” Ella said. “She barely attends classes anyway; always off with that boyfriend of hers, Aidoneus…or is it Hades?. I don’t know, but I heard he’s Greek.”

“Not just Greek,” Iracebeth added. “A Greek god. And not just that he’s attractive. He’s an actual deity.”

“Like I said, Merlin accepts everyone.”

Red raised her water glass to her lips and looked round the dining hall in the process, catching sight of Mirana whispering rapidly to Ella’s step-sisters, an angry look on her face.

That couldn’t be good.

She kept her eyes on them, frowning when they all stood up and starting making their way across to the table.

Ella noticed them too, the colour draining from her face and her jaw working as she ground her teeth.

“Ella!” Drizella called sharply once she was close enough, swishing her bob.

Ella didn’t reply, gripping the fork in her hand till her knuckles went pale.

“Ella!” Anastasia added, her voice shrill, making other students around them stop and stare.

“Or maybe we should call you Cinder-ella,” Drizella taunted.

This made Ella stand and walk up to them.

She lifted her head and answered gently. “Yes?”

“It seems all the dust you sweep must’ve clogged up your ears, huh, peasant?”

“Hey, it’s against school rules to use those sort of words on other students,” Faye spoke up, giving Anastasia a hard glare.

The girl rolled her hazel eyes. “And who’s gonna tell the wizard?”

“Maybe I will-“

“-and I’ll tell him everything I know about you and that voodoo boy,” Mirana cut in. “Back off, Faye!”

“It’s okay, Faye,” Ella said, giving her a small, grateful smile before turning back to her step-sisters. “What do you guys want?”

“The outfits we’re wearing for tonight’s party aren’t completely perfect yet. You need to go steam them,” Anastasia said, observing her nails.

“In fact, I think they got a little dirty when we were bringing them out. Have them washed, dried and then steam them,” Drizella added.

“B-but the laundry rooms close in…” she looked at a clock on the wall. “15 minutes!”

“Well, you better hurry up. We need those clothes for tonight. You wouldn’t want us to inform mother, would you?”

Ella gulped. Her step-mother gave her a clear warning each time they left home to come to school ; one word of complaint and she’d return to the house to spend her whole life as a maid for the three of them, locked up in the attic.

“I’ll get right on it,” she replied demurely, eyes downcast.

“Good. You’ll find the clothes on our beds.”

The twins looked triumphant as Ella picked up her purse and walked away, leaving the dining hall .

Mirana also had a smug look on her face as she went round to meet her sister.

She bent slowly and whispered directly in her ears. “I thought I told you already; if you get in the way of Thorne and I, your little friend gets it. And if you so much as think about helping her, I’ll personally send a letter to Lady Tremaine.”

With a smile, she stood upright and flipped her hair.

“Enjoy your meal, ladies,” she quipped, walking away.

None of the other girls heard what Mirana said to her sister, but the general mood of the table was dampened.

“I, uh, I think I’m full,” Iracebeth said, pushing her chair away from the table. “Must’ve been the cookies.”

She stood up and gathered her things.

“It was amazing meeting you two,” she said, smiling sweetly at Red and Chloe. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Good night.”

Red and Chloe shared a look as she walked away.

“I’m going to get some more sauce,” Faye said, getting up and leaving as well.

“There’s something going on between my mum and her sister, and it’s not good,” Red said immediately Faye was out of earshot.

“So, you think she’s the one behind the prank?”

“I can’t say just yet. I mean, it could just be a regular sister quarrel, y’know? Not exactly worth scarring a girl so bad she becomes a tyrant.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll observe their dynamic and get more information tomorrow.”

Red nodded, pursing her lips.

Tomorrow, the real work began.

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