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I am back to where it all started; a red girl trapped under make up, a piece in a game she never wanted to play. But now, now I know the game is being played. It's not the King and Queen who keep me here to set an example for some lowly reds they care nothing for. I am the captured revolutionary, the last piece in Maven's spiteful game. He won't settle for hunting down the Scarlet Guard, for making of his brother a traitor and a murderer, a pariah. No, he'll flaunt me around like a mockery for all to see, "Watch her dance and do my bidding. This is the only Red Queen you'll ever get, powerless against me, following my shadow."

But I won't be powerless, not anymore, not even when this treatment Maven has put me through took my lightning away, I don't need it to have power. I tell myself this over and over as Maven and I walk to Elara´s final resting place. The reddish liquid he forced into my blood was an experiment, he said, using the mineral from the caves Cal and I were kept at to keep us from escaping with our abilities. It had never been done before, too dangerous to try on a person, and it wasn't as if there had been any gifted reds to use as Ginny pigs.

Until now.

I am meant to be daily revised by a professional that will determine my status and deliver a dosis that will keep me subdued, the ray just simmering below the surface, too weak to surface and hurt anybody. It made sense, for as much as Maven liked to play his stupid games, he wouldn't keep me alive if I could hurt him. I will hurt him.

We make our way through huge wooden doors, an odd contrast against the crystal walls, and into a breathtaking room. The Eternal Rest room lived up to its name, the enormous place appeared like a major arena, but no fights were played here, no. The rows of seats, all exquisitely carved from class rose higher and higher around the room, so tall I could hardly see them all. In the middle of it rose two beds, tables would be a much better suited word for it since the two corpses were set on display for everyone to see. But unlike in the ceremonies after a hanging or shooting in our village, when the body of the criminal is laid out as a warning for everybody to see their cheap fate if they ever dare to oppose the rules, this is beautiful. Meant to restore greatness when there was only death left, beauty where there was sorrow. The King and Queen looked, even after death, regal, imposing, powerful. This was nothing shameful, and it was unsettling how much power they seemed to have even now. They are dead and I'm alive, and they still held more power than I.

Maven took me next to Elara´s side, his hand gently on my elbow. Ever since we left the infirmary after I sealed my fate he had been nothing but the grieving son, the dutiful fiancé and King.

I thought he had been lying when he said he would make it all go away, hide my true nature and my betrayal under the rug as if it were nothing. But as we walked here I saw the guards that threw me and Cal into those caves to roth, being taken away in a plastic bag. The further we walked, the more people nodded their condolences, too busy and scared as to bother Maven in that moment, the more I saw people who knew my secret, as part of the revolution's casualties. Their deaths however did not came from The Scarlet Guard. Everybody can betray anybody is a saying well used by silvers, their greedy nature too well known. The guards knew this as well as any other Silver, I just don't think they knew the betrayal would come from their King.

I walk closer to Elara's corpse, all too aware Maven's hand on my body and the closeness to the whisperer. I expect her to jump at any moment, her cold laugh filling the room in that way that made my hairs stand on end and start playing with my mind, with Maven laughing at her side.

I see the white line on her neck, the tissue carefully glued back into place for the ceremony and, despite my body being numb and the lightning unable to reach the surface of my skin, I can still feel the electricity in the air, running through cables behind the walls. It's not as strong as I remember, and I can't reach too far with it but I can still feel it, and I see the difference between Maven's body, the guards standing behind us and even myself, and the lifeless bodies of the King and Queen. They have no life, no spark, they are no longer here. That simple fact makes me feel better, safer as I know there are two less people to fight against, that there is no Elara to read my thoughts and ruin any plan I might have.

"Have you seen enough?" Maven's voice is not hard, or angry or mocking. It's devoid of anything, unreadable as he watches his mother's corpse. A little part of me wonders what he feels when he looks at her, lying on that table next to the man she hated and all but killed. A bigger part of me wonders how I could use it against him. A third part… I don't even want to know.

"Yes." Say.

"Good. Escort her to her chambers," he orders to the two guards behind us who take one mechanized step closer, their backs tall and proud. "You need to get ready for today." The funeral, televised to the entire nation. What will they think of me, my family, Kilorn, Farley, Cal? He kisses my hand, quickly and leaves. Even in this deserted room he still plays the role of my fiancé. I follow the guards to my room, meeting more and more silvers now that they have left the safety of their hiding places in the Castle to visit the chaos that was left. They all salute me, as they always did, but there is something different now, stiffer and more polite. For a moment I think they know, they know what I am and they are planning something, but then I remember, I am the fiancé of the King now. I am their future Queen, it's not mockery what I saw but respect. Who would have guessed?

My reality is far from that, I am no Queen, no respectful person, just the same puppet on a different string. I will make him pay, I promise to myself. I will have him trust me like I trusted him, no matter how long it takes or what I have to do. He will trust me, and that day, that day I will kill him.