As soon as the young Tyrian blooded troll woke up, she could see that her Ancestor was standing over her coon. Watching her as she slept. Feferi seemed a bit startled by this, but got up.

"Now, Feferi. We must get you dressed. What you normally wear isn't very suiting for someone of your high status." the Condesce explained, leading the still sopor-covered Heiress to her respiteblock.

"Here are some of my old clothes from when I was your age. Feel free to take whatever you want."

Feferi looked at the clothes that were laid out. Most were identical. One, was almost identical to a human diving suit, with a Tyrian colored long-sleeve shirt with black sleeves, a black Pisces symbol, and dark Tyrian leggings. Feferi picked up the outfit, admiring it with secret joy.

"So, you like this one, do you?" the Condesce questioned, a slight smirk on her face.

"Yes. I do." Feferi smiled up at her.

"Good, now, try it on."


About an hour later, that hour having been spent trying on some other outfits and looking at jewelery, Feferi finally decided on the diving suit and little gold bracelets.

"You look wonderful, little heiress." the Condesce said, patting her head. Feferi put on a fake smile as they walked out of the room and headed to the throne room. In the throne room, Orphaner Dualscar was there, standing diligently beside the main throne. Eridan Ampora, Feferi's moirail, was standing by the smaller throne, which was Feferi's. But he had no idea of that.

He saw the Condesce and Feferi walking toward them, but he barely recognized Fef. She had her hair smooth and slightly fluffy, and those goggles were rested on the top of her head. Feferi noticed Eridan, her fake smile becoming real as she waved at him.

"Erifin!" she exclaimed.

"Fef?" he wondered incredulously. "You look so different! W-what's w-with the get-up?" he asked, wavering his w's.

"Hehe." Feferi only giggled as she sat in the smallest throne, the Condesce having already sat down.

"Feferi," the Condesce said, "I must let you know, that I shall be leaving very soon, and when I do, you will be a full-trained Empress."

Feferi's eyes widened, but for some reason, she smiled at the thought. Feferi Peixes, as the new Condesce? This could take some getting used to, she though to herself.


This chapter is a bit longer, about 406 words long, according to FF's word count.