A/N: I will understand if people send me flames for this. I, for some obscure reason, decided to put in this plot twist.
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Chapter 8: The Vixen
Biancalurina looked at herself in the mirror as she finished pulling on her clothing. She smiled contentedly at the thought of last night.
"You are absolutely gorgeous, my love." A husky voice commented.
She spun around at the sound, but relaxed when she saw it was only Falcon. The silver tom only had on a tunic and his fur looked a bit rumpled. He glided up to her and slipped his arms around her waist.
"You shouldn't be so quick to leave. Nobody's really awake." He purred slightly as he nuzzled her neck, brushing aside the dark brown locks.
She tilted her neck back and allowed his mouth wander. "Mmm. I know, but I need to get back. Demianna's gonna need me in case that bastard prince comes on to her again." She looked coyly at him. "Although… I could stay a bit longer… if you really wanted me to."
He continued to nuzzle her, his mouth wandering down her shoulder. He liked it when the ladies wore off-the-shoulder gowns. "You know I do, darling. If I could have my way, you'd be with me all the time."
She laughed, a low sultry sound and lightly pushed him away. "O.k. lover tom, you've had your fun and I've had mine. When are you gonna make an honest queen out of me?"
He backed off and put his large paws on her shoulders. "When I can get away from the bastard prince, then I'll ride up on my charger and sweep you into my arms and together we'll ride off into a golden sunset. Until then, we'll both have to be content with these encounters."
She gave him one last kiss and slowly opened the door and peered out. Everything was silent. She left and began walking towards the princess' chambers. Halfway there, she turned a corner and suddenly knocked into someone. It was Teazetta. The two queens just stared at each other until Biancalurina spoke. "Teazetta, my dear, whatever are you doing? You look like you've been tramping through the woods."
Teazetta smiled dreamily and said, "Yes, I was. But I'm so very glad I did!" she twirled around a bit, her skirts shaking mud off. "I'll tell you and Demianna at the same time. Come! We have work to do. There is a ball tomorrow night." She ran off towards the royal chambers.
Biancalurina followed at a slower pace. She was thinking about what Falcon had said. Why couldn't he get away? She didn't really know the circumstances about his knighthood. Why was it him that she was attracted to? There were plenty of other toms to choose from. In fact, she was settling for second best. She wasn't the type of queen who wanted to settle down; she liked to distribute her favors. It was a well known fact that she had been in numerous toms' beds. Nobody really seemed to understand why she did it. The toms' always gave her appreciative looks, but behind her back, she knew the queens called her a whore. There were times she regretted being such a flirt, but the times she enjoyed it outweighed the bad times by far. Her ruby lips curled into a smile. Then her smile disappeared. Teazetta's comment about Demianna reminded Biancalurina of the harsh comment she herself had directed at the golden calico queen.
She didn't understand why Demianna became so upset. Remembering back, the look on her pretty face was so despairing that it cut right to Bianca's heart. Ever since Demianna was taken, Biancalurina had kicked herself for it. She didn't know why Demi was so set against mating Prince Marcality. Hell, if she could, Bianca would mate with him herself. He was incredibly handsome and just so tomly. So he was evil, which really didn't matter to Biancalurina. But he never gave her so much as a second glance. Whenever she and Lady Teazetta would accompany Demianna into his presence, his eyes were always fixed on the princess. She snapped out of her reverie as she heard a noise. She was almost to the royal chambers. A movement off to the side caught her eye and she turned to see who was sneaking around the Princess' chamber. She just smiled slightly when she saw it was only Larriena, the chamber maid.
Larriena gasped when she saw Lady Biancalurina staring at her. She almost spilled the pot. 'Thank Bast I didn't drop it!' she thought with relief as she curtsied to the other queen. The Lady Biancalurina was beautiful. But she was also not known for her kindness to those of the lower class. She, being a lowly servant had never really seen any of the other Ladies up close except for Lady Teazetta. She pushed herself into a small niche and walked the red queen walk gracefully to the door of the chamber. 'I wish I could be her, she has everything.' The black and white queen thought enviously.
Contradictory to what Larriena was thinking, the Lady Biancalurina didn't have everything she wanted. She wanted to see Demianna happy, but she also envied her for capturing Prince Marcality's affection. The princess was like a sister to her and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that connection. Since she had known Demianna first and grew up with her, one side of her mind was rooted there and the other was with Marcality. The main reason Biancalurina couldn't bring herself to get what she wanted was her love for Demianna. She needed to get her taken care of first.
But on the other hand…she was the one who do anything for him: she was the one who helped him get Demianna. She was the one who deserved him. Now she wished with everything she had that she hadn't led him to the princess. If she hadn't, they wouldn't be here and she could have him all to herself. Why had she believed him? Despite everything, she still wanted him. Wanted him with every fiber of her being, so much so that she felt an ache when she wasn't near him. He had told her that he loved her and would give her anything if she would just come back to Hadetia with him. She agreed and wanted to take her friend and Princess, Demianna. When he had seen Princess Demianna, all his tokens of love for her dropped by the wayside. It would seem that the princess and her love for her were the only obstacles in Bianca's way. But there was Galatia to deal with too. She scowled at the thought of the white fluffy bitch. The Persian was just his plaything and Bianca wanted to be in her place. But now she still didn't know if the prince really liked Galatia, or not. Galatia had been a prize of battle and of course Marcality took her. It was rumored that Galatia had bewitched Marcality and Bianca wouldn't put it past her. There was something about the queen that rubbed her wrong. Why couldn't he love her? It wasn't much to ask for, was it? To be his mate and Princess of Hadetia? But no. He had taken to Demianna the minute Biancalurina had introduced them. Then Galatia appeared on the scene and now he has an heir by her: Lakki. Luckily for her, Lakki liked her more than his mother. She could and would use that against "…his royal highness." She growled the last part of her thoughts.
"Bianca, why in Cat's name are you muttering to yourself?"
Startled, the red queen looked around, her hackles raised. She calmed down a little bit when she saw it was only Demianna. Her black hair was done up in an elaborate braid and held in place by a golden crown. She wore a deep green gown with raised skirts and bell-shaped sleeves.
Biancalurina curtsied deeply and said as charmingly as possible, "Your Royal Highness. Forgive me. I was thinking about something that Falcon told me." She cast an approving nod in the direction of the younger queen's hair. Demi was younger than Biancalurina and both were younger than Teazetta, but it was times like this where Demi looked older. "I see Lady Teazetta has worked her hair magic again." Lady Teazetta had expertise in many areas, but hair was where her main talents lay in Bianca's private opinion.
Demianna blushed and nodded, "Yes, she is wonderful. I think I'd go mad if it weren't for her and her tricks. Come, sister, she has some very exciting news to share with us. We must humor her."
Biancalurina smiled at the use of the word 'sister' and followed her princess into the room. She knew what the obstacles were and she had an idea of how to deal with them. She would get what she wanted eventually. She always did.