Mirana can make anybody fall in love with her. Men, women…
Iracebeth remembered all too clearly how her sister used to be. Yet no one else seemed to. Then again it was hardly surprising really. Her subjects feared her and Mirana was an alternative. Much could be forgotten when you feared the other option. She was after all the Red Queen, the tyrant, the villain. Oh yes she knew all too well how her subjects truly viewed her she would have had to have been incredibly foolish not to. She was the one who ruled by fear. Mirana was seen as pure. She ruled with love. Iracebeth inwardly scoffed at this.
Her sister was many things but pure was not one of them. Whilst it was common knowledge that the two were sisters everybody seemed to conveniently forget exactly what this meant. They shared more than just a title. They shared blood. They shared power. But most importantly the darkness that Iracebeth revelled in was also shared in by her baby sister. The same madness that shone clearly through the Red Queen's brown eyes hid beneath Mirana's chocolate ones. Oh yes Mirana could be just as cruel perhaps even more so than Iracebeth herself. She was simply far more cunning. She knew when to keep the darkness at bay.
This Frabjous day had been a prime example of this. The Jabberwocky had been slain by Alice, her sister's champion. Her JubJub bird had also been vanquished. The Red Queen had been defeated and her allies decimated. Everyone expected her blood as payment for her many sins and yet it was not to be. Her sister had cited that it would be against her vows to do so and so she was to be banished to the Outlands instead. The inhabitants of Underland had taken this as a sign of how merciful their new queen was. That even towards someone with much blood on their hands she would not break her vow to harm any living creature. The foolish imbeciles.
Mirana had not been talking about that vow. No that vow had been a tactical strategy to gain support for her cause when their parents had died. It was designed to distinguish her from 'the mad princess Iracebeth'. It had been a low blow and it had worked. The crown had passed to her despite the fact that she was the younger sister and thus not the true heir. She had managed to usurp her sister without spilling a single drop of blood. It had forced Iracebeth's hand. In pursuit of her birth right she had formed deadly alliances that had only resulted in making her even more unpopular. She was the one that was seen as the usurper. She was the one who was in the wrong.
No the vow that her sister was actually speaking of was one that had been made many years previously. Back when they were not the White Queen, Mirana of Marmoreal and the Red Queen, Iracebeth of Crims. But rather they were simply 'Racy' and 'Miwana' princesses of Underland. Teenagers who walked a fine line between love and hate of the other. It was a perverse and destructive game.
'Miwana how could you!' Iracebeth stormed into her sixteen year old sister's room.
Mirana turned to face her sibling who despite being two years her senior was considerably shorter than her. The younger princess tried her best to look innocent but there was no mistaking the mischievous glint in her eyes.
'What on earth are you talking about Racy?'
'You know exactly what I'm talking about!'
Mirana remained silent looking inquisitive.
'Must we play this game?' Iracebeth's frustration was fast becoming apparent.
Mirana closed the distance between them leaning in to whisper huskily into her sister's ear.
'Perhaps I just want to hear you say it'
So it would appear that they were indeed to play this game again.
'Prince Mikael of the lowlands'
'The name rings a bell' Mirana chuckled darkly as her hands began to wander.
'You took him to your chambers!' the accusation was not as powerful as Iracebeth would have liked; most of the force behind her words had been drained as Mirana began to place soft kisses along her neck.
'Indeed' Mirana continued her teasing ministrations, her hand now sliding down the front of Iracebeth's dress to play with her right breast.
'Was it not enough to have had his sisters?'
Iracebeth could feel rather than see the younger woman's grin. Mirana for her part was enjoying the memory of that night, the twins Angelique and Veronique had been a most pleasant way to spend the evening. Certainly, she had a much better time with them than their clumsy older brother. She absentmindedly started to roll her sisters nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
'He's declaring his undying love for you'
Mirana could not help but laugh at that. Iracebeth upon hearing this pulled away from her sister with a scowl. The younger woman shot her a confused look.
'It's not funny Miwana!' the red head's face was starting to turn pink in her frustration.
The porcelain princess fought hard to keep the amusement she felt from showing. Since when had Iracebeth cared about her toys?
'We were to be betrothed!'
Ahh that would explain it.
'You can have him'
Mirana advanced once again the problem solved to her mind. However, Iracebeth was not so easily pacified.
'That's all you have to say on the situation?'
'I have said all that I have to say regarding the matter' Mirana confirmed her tone one of pure boredom.
Iracebeth had stood there not sure on how to process the exchange. She had just made up her mind to storm out of the bedchamber when Mirana claimed her lips with her own. All rational thought left the redhead as she wholeheartedly returned the affection. Mirana had won again. Iracebeth could never hold out for long and the other woman knew it. It was why she never cared if her actions hurt her sister, she could always make her forgive her.
'You don't really care if you hurt me do you?' Iracebeth had voiced the question when due to the need to breathe they had finally broken their desperate kiss.
'Of course I do, I love you'
Iracebeth had looked deep into those chocolate eyes looking for any indication that Mirana had meant what she said. The younger woman was frustratingly impassive as always.
'It doesn't seem that way sometimes…'
'I love you Iracebeth of Underland you stubborn fool and I would never deliberately hurt you'
'Do you really mean that?'
'Of course'
'Then swear it!'
It took all of Mirana's self-control not show any signs of her growing annoyance. She wanted this to hurry up and be done with so she could get to the real fun. Unfortunately Racy had no intention of dropping the subject until she was satisfied. Finally, reluctantly the younger princess spoke although try as she might she could not keep the hint of sarcasm out of her voice.
'I Mirana, Princess of Underland, do hereby vow that I shall never deliberately harm, maime, kill or otherwise injure Princess Iracebeth also of Underland'. God's this was ridiculous. 'Happy now-'
Her words were cut off as Iracebeth kissed her again. 'A bit over the top but it will do'. And just like that Iracebeth was under Mirana's spell once again.
No more words were needed as both princesses' finally gave in to their desires and made their way over to Mirana's bed.
That was the real reason Mirana had spared her. Not because of her general and vague vow never to harm any living creature, but because of a very specific one she had made years before in the height of sexual frustration. No, Mirana was not as pure as everybody believed her to be. Oh sure on the outside she was pristine but on the inside lay a creature with desires just as dark as her sisters. She was just better at hiding it.
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