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The parasite shifted in her seat, making a gray spot in the velvet cushions. She supposed the movement looked as though her interest was piqued, as if it betrayed intrigue, which was exactly what the parasite intended. “I’m assuming you wish for something in return,” she said, sure to make her voice rise ever so slightly at the end to indicate an eagerness that was only half as present as she would like for the queen to believe.
“Access to your power in return,” said the queen. “A rather fair trade, I would argue.”
The parasite raised both brows this time, unimpressed. “No.”
The stately queen was so caught off guard that she recoiled. “No?”
The parasite shrugged and slumped back in her seat, making sure to spread her legs open like she’d seen males do, a gesture she’d always interpreted as a manner to assert their dominance. “No.” She liked the way her pretty lips formed to make the word.
The layer of ice obscuring the queen’s internal machinations cracked a bit, annoyance oozing through like steam. “You’ve not heard the conditions.”
The parasite leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Why would I need to hear the conditions? You are fae, meaning that should I choose you as my host, you would overpower me. Absorb me without having to as much as blemish that pretty face of yours with a grimace. So no. I will not end up like my siblings, melded with the souls of fae until my sentience is wiped from existence. Fractured into a dozen pieces of your offspring until I’m debased, the source of games your grandchildren use to impress their cousins as they roll about in the mud.”
The parasite paused before offering, “Unless, of course, you and I were to strike a bargain.” The parasite’s eyes sparkled with delight as she examined the queen’s rigid posture. “A fae vow that should I join myself to you, you may never absorb my power for yourself, may never rip control away from me.”
The queen leveled a steely stare onto the parasite. “I can vow only this much: should you choose me as your host, I would take great pains never to absorb you. We could devise a written agreement, laying out the terms for which I could absorb you should you step out of line. I will not surrender my body to the control of another; you understand, of course.”
“Of course,” the parasite said. “What I understand is that we are unable to come to a suitable agreement at this time.”
The queen swallowed, her throat bobbing. “It is myunderstandingthat within the next hour, you will be trapped within the confines of your host once again.”
“It would be the same were I to settle into your skin, my queen,” said the parasite. “Surely there is only so much damage you believe I am capable of in the span of only a few hours a mooncycle.”
“Oh, I do not doubt the damage of which a creature such as yourself is capable,” said the queen with more venom than the parasite felt was warranted. Sure, the parasite knew she could be unpleasant, but the way the queen spoke was as if the parasite had done her a personal wrong, rather than refused a business transaction that, in the parasite’s opinion, was not altogether to her own benefit.
“What is it that you wish to obtain with my power?” The parasite was genuinely curious. The Queen of Mystral was known for her magical powers that exceeded those of her peers. Perhaps she had a fetish for collecting various forms of magic.
A cruel smile snaked across the queen’s pale lips, and she brought a curved finger to her mouth. “Given that we are unable to come to an agreement, that is none of your concern.”
“Hm,” said the parasite before slumping back into her seat cushions.
She spent the next hour, regrettably, fantasizing about what she would find were she to crack the queen’s skull and examine her brain.
She thought there would be many folds, indeed.
The queen was undeniably more powerful than the parasite, who had created Cinderella’s body with allure in mind, not physical or magical power. She supposed she could channel Blaise’s innate desperation to become someone else to shape-shift again, but the desperation which had clung so closely to her host’s spirit had begun to fade ever since her realization that Prince Evander would never return her love.
Even shifting into Cinderella had taken more effort than it should have.
The girl had faded, and it was not to the parasite’s benefit.
Besides, what the girl had so desperately wanted was to be something the prince would desire, and fire-breathing dragon did not make that list; therefore, the parasite doubted such a transition would be possible this eve.
So she stared at the queen and kept herself entertained with the various ends to which the queen might one day come.
“What do you call yourself?” asked the queen after an hour of consideration.
“In this body, I have adopted the name Cinderella, though throughout history some have referred to me as a parasite.”
It was quite satisfying, watching the queen bristle. It was also quite satisfying claiming that one had made history books. The parasite had never found herself in a history book before, but that was not a satisfactory reason to doubt her existence within them.
“Allow me to make myself plain,” said the queen. “I am willing to offer you a reasonable bargain. Should your pride hinder you from accepting it, I will be forced to take more drastic measures to ensure your cooperation.”
The parasite winked. “When you first came to rescue me from that cell, I assumed you had done your research. But clearly, your information is faulty.”
“Is that so?” said the queen, clearly less than amused.
“If you had known anything about me at all, it’s that, no matter how badly another wishes to ensure it, I’m simply not the cooperative sort.”
