Is Kisara the Blue-Eyes White Dragon? Is the Blue-Eyes White Dragon Kisara?

In all honesty, I'm not sure.

I suppose if I wanted to put a fine point on it, I'd say that the BEWD thinks of Kisara as a daughter. She looks over Kisara, helps her, protects her, guides her. They're separate entities, but all the same Kisara is part of the BEWD, and the BEWD is part of Kisara.

That's probably as close as I'm ever going to get to explaining their relationship in words that actually make sense to anyone but me.

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"My prince. I have a question for you."

Seto raised an eyebrow expectantly. "I'm listening," he said.

Kisara had a look of thunderous gravity on her face, like she had every intention of storming a castle before lunch. "Your amusement park. Kaiba-Land. Does it serve lactose-free ice cream? Reiji has allergies."

Seto blinked. "Yes," he said. "We accommodate as many dietary restrictions as possible."

Kisara looked suspicious now. "What does as possible mean in this context?" she asked.

"I've heard of it," Seto said.

Kisara tilted her head. "I see," she said. She thought about this for a time, then gave a curt little nod. "You have heard of many such restrictions. This is acceptable."

Seto chuckled privately to himself. Then he said: "I fully intend for your siblings to have a wonderful day at the park. Whatever accommodations they need, they will have." He spread out his arms. "It won't work as a distraction if I don't go all out, after all, will it? Besides. I have never been subtle a single day in my life."

Kisara nodded; in strictest contrast to Seto, she had no humor right now. She was dead serious, like she was at a funeral. "This is true," she said. "There will be rides and attractions for Riley to enjoy, yes? He is so small."

"Yes," Seto said. "We cater to all ages. You don't need to worry, Kisara. Everyone will have a good time. I'll see to it personally." He rubbed his chin and tapped at his bottom lip. "New mascots?" he asked himself. "A parade? Either could work, I think. I'll see what Noa has to say on the matter. He's good at euphemisms."

"Hm?" Kisara looked confused now. "What are you talking about? What parade?"

Seto gestured. "Come with me," he said, heading for the hallway. "I'll show you." He remained silent as he led Kisara through Kaiba Manor's ground floor, all the way to the back exit. Here, he stopped and turned to face her again. "She heard you," Seto said, putting a hand on Kisara's shoulder. "She called me to her, so that I could see just what it means to entreat her aid. Everything is going as smoothly as it can. There's always chaos in a situation like this; there is no way to mitigate it all. The best anyone can ever do is shore up as many weaknesses as possible. Thanks to the queen of dragons, we've shored up more weaknesses than I'd ever have been able to on my own."

Kisara frowned; her eyes were blazing. "What do you mean, my prince?"

Seto reached for the back doors and threw them open.

Kisara stared at the tents set up and strewn out over the gardens, each marked with the banners she had seen at tourneys in her dreams, where Duel Monsters tested their mettle against each other. Seto called them to attention and Kisara watched, dumbfounded, as knights and beasts and demons and dragon-men all stepped out into the open and stood in ranks. They saluted as one entity.

"Good God . . ." Kisara whispered. "My prince, how have you . . . ?"

Seto shrugged. "The queen has magic in her blood that makes the greatest earthly miracle into a parlor trick. This was a trifle for her."

One of the knights, bearing all the trappings of a dragon-slayer, approached them. He struck the butt of his polearm against the pavement at his feet. "Hail and well met, my lady," said the knight, bowing his head in Kisara's direction.

". . . Hail," said Kisara.