Drabble:68
POV:Third Person
Jill.
Jillian Mastrano.
Princess Jillian Mastrano-Dragomir.
In the space of a few heartbeats, the young teenager went from being one to the other, a fact that changed her life, perhaps forever. By claiming her birthright, Jill went from being a lowly, slightly awkward water-user moroi to being the only link that would sustain the reign of her half-sister. Though she wished them to be more like sisters, Lissa had other plans; she seemed hell-bent on keeping Jill at an arm's length….safe, but not nearby.
Whenever Jill looked at Lissa, she saw the loss of her former life, a life sheltered from the vicious politics and nauseating mind-games that came with being a royal. And she knew that whenever Lissa could bear to look at her (and it really wasn't often) Lissa saw the perfidy of her father (whom she'd obviously idolized) and not the extension of her family. Family…..
Rose had asked Jill to give it a few months, to let Lissa settle down with life at court, before expecting Lissa to accept her, but Jill knew she'd never. Oh yes, she might put up a front for the rest of the world and coddle Jill a bit, for propriety's sake…or for appeasing Rose, but Jill knew she'd never be accepted by Vasilisa Dragomir as a sister. Jill had known it the moment she'd met Lissa's eyes the day she'd announced her identity in the conference-room at court. Lissa had met her eyes for the fraction of a second, before looking away, but that had been enough. She was no sister to the blonde, and the blonde had told her just so with her eyes. Still, Jill couldn't help but hope that someday, someday things were gonna change for the better.
And then she died, and was brought back to life….not by her spirit-user half-sister, but by Adrian Ivashkov. When she'd woken up, it had been Rose who'd held her and explained what happened; it had been Dimitri and Eddie who'd guard her day and night; it had been Sonya Karp, Adrian and Rose who'd helped her come to terms with her new life; it had been Christian who'd bought her a get well soon card and made her soup. Not Lissa. Never Lissa.
Apparently Lissa had come to see her when she'd been unconscious, and had shed quite a many tears at her bedside, but Jill knew…she knew….it wasn't for her.
She was Princess Jillian for the rest of the world, Jill Mastrano, Jilly or Jailbait to her closest friends…but to Lissa, she wasn't even Jill. She'd never been. And maybe, just maybe, she'll never be.
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