Tia refused to speak to Diego. He had told her secret and now they both were landed in the same cell.

"Please, Tia let me explain!" Diego trying looking at her but her head kept turning away from him. "I didn't tell Tamera. I know she may look dumb but she figured it out because she knew I was an Underclass. And when I saw you at the Heights I was floored and let it slip that you were my best friend a long time ago. I didn't think she'd be smart enough to figure it out but she did and threatened that if I ever left her she'd use it against you!"

Tia didn't answer. She was so pissed. Her life was ruined, never again would she feel the privlages and luxuries of the Royals. The penalty was banishment. She'd rather be dead than banished. But why did it have to be Diego Mantchua? Why couldn't have Dallas been the one to ruin it? As much as she loved Diego, he had done her wrong.

"Tia? Sakes!" he groaned with frustration and sat on the lower bunk with his head sunk into his hands.

There was an awkward silence. Then laughter. Tia looked as Dakota, with Shylie on his back, Julius and Blaire Rye stopped in front of their cell.

"Hey Diego, home fry!" Dakota shouted to get Diego's attention.

Diego looked up with bloodshot eyes and at a most interesting sight. A fool with the princess, and the villainess of Underclasses hand in hand with the prince of Royals.

"What is up with this picture?" Diego wondered and indicated to them. Tia wondered the same thing herself.

"Oh yeah, hey we're all equal now. No more Royals, no more Underclasses...just Earthies," Dakota explained again.

Tia and Diego stared at them in disbelief.

"You mean...?" Tia gasped.

"We can be free?" Diego finished.

"Already there," Julius said and unlocked the cell gate.

Tia jumped up and hugged Diego. This surprised him a bit but he squeezed her tight in his own embrace.

"I'm sorry," She apologized.

"No I'm the loser," Diego insisted.

"Okay fine, you're the loser," Tia laughed and they joined the other couples.

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Taven and Nadine had been lounging in the lobby, quietly listening and observing the results of Shylie's declaration. Both of them were happy, though they knew not everything would be at peace.

Many flustered Royals were marching out complaining, debating, or silent on the issue.

"I don't want to live in poverty!" wailed a young fairiette.

"You don't need to, just give the Underclasses some of your wealth," Taven jumped in.

"Excuse me? I am not going to share anything with them!" she declared.

"Then you are selfish," he shrugged.

"I..." she started to protest, but realized the truth. With a huff she marched off in the opposite direction.

"Nobody is going to hire me now," Nadine mentioned with a sigh.

"What are you talking about? Plenty of fairies are looking for employees. Hey, I'll help you find a job, actually I know that a bird care center that needs more fairies to tend its birds," Taven said.

"What makes you think they'd hire me? I'm a gimp, my wings will never work again," she asked sadly.

"You work well with animals, and if you get that job you could fly around on a bird instead of walking everywhere. Nadine, trust me it'll work," he said with a smile.

Nadine smiled, warmed by his say, "I'm lucky to have a friend like you." she set her hand on his knee and looked at him with thanks.

"On contrere," he smiled and slid his fingers into hers and held them tightly.

Nadine blushed slightly, turned her head and released her hand, "Why?"

"You're smart, and understanding, plus I can carry you around everywhere," he smiled. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

Nadine appreciated what he had said. She had gone through a long day and she was tired. Her back was tired, her head was tired, her heart was tired.

She laid her head back to rest on the chair and then a shadow fell over her.

"Hey there baby," the same brutish Royal that was responsible for her broken wings said with hunger. "Didn't think you would last." He figured he had a shot with the girl because of Shylie's proclamation.

"Excuse me, what are you talking about?" Taven asked the guy.

"YOU!" Nadine growled and before anything happened, she had leapt on him and was punching him. "I can't believe you #$&! Went and #&! Handicapped my $# wings. Now I'm a #$ gimp and it's all your &!¢§¢ fault!" she screamed. Others stared at the scene in shock, surprised such a fairiette would be saying such things.

His face started to gush blood, that's when Taven had to intervene. "Calm down Nadine," he demanded but she stepped in the same place Tamera had kicked Dallas. The scum screamed. Some tried dragging him to a healer but Taven could hardly hold Nadine back.

"You #$!" Nadine screamed while tears of hate formed in her eyes.

"Nadine, calm down," Taven said again.

"Dirty $#◊#!" Nadine screamed, ignoring Taven's commands.

Since he couldn't persuade her, he swung her around to face him and shushed her face with his sweet lips. Besides, beating that guy up made him so totally hot for her.