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“A new member of my house is wounded!” Killian growled.
“As long as Princess Medea doesn’t kill Barbie, at least not intentionally,” Ethel declared, “it’s within Her Highness’s rights to continue the duel and teach a lowborn a lesson, one that other lowborn should also learn from. If it was Barbie who started this fight to challenge a royal, she’ll be punished according to the laws of the five kingdoms, starting with detention and solitary under my authority.”
Which meant that she and her druid would finally get their hands on me, since I’d be out of Killian’s reach and protection.
“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Killian said coldly, and the rest of the princes rallied behind him.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I didn’t start the fight,” I said, my voice bright and clear. “We geeks, outcasts, and the underserved were studying quietly and diligently and devotedly for the midterm. Then the three demon boys, who are Princess Medea’s new best friends”—I thrust two fingers to point them out—“jumped us. The hell boys were very aggressive. They tossed hellfire at me to toast me but failed, because I don’t back down from any fire.” Killian sent them a chilling, murderous look, and the demons averted their gazes. “And I, one of the underdog bride candidates, had to fight back to show all the nasty bullies that we aren’t weak.” I pumped a fist into the air and roared, “Team Underdogs!”
My geek friends behind me bellowed with our supporters on the left side of the hall, all pumping their fists into the air. “Team Underdogs!”
I cupped my ear to encourage them, and my crowd thundered, “Team Underdogs!”
The princes started, stared at me, then darted their puzzled glances at the divided crowds. The right side of the crowd booed against the left side that now stomped the ground while chanting, “Team Underdogs!”
The two sides were ready to come to blows with their fists and magic.
“Hear us roar! Don’t forget to add the hashtags, peeps!” I shouted with my crowd, kicking the desk hard in a tap dance to add some spice.
“Silence! Stop this madness now!” Headmistress Ethel shrieked, her power lashing out and beating the masses to silence.
I smirked at her with an innocent expression. “Are you against FOS, freedom of speech, Headmistress Ethel?”
“You shall be expelled for causing a disturbance!” Headmistress Ethel called.
“Expel Barbie,” Killian said lazily, “and I’ll just pardon her and take her out of the pool of the Brides Selection.”
“Unacceptable!” Silas barked. “It’s not for you to say who can stay out of the Brides Selection.”
Louis narrowed his eyes at Killian. “Every eligible female should be included in the Brides Selection.”
“You won’t get our votes,” Rowan said, “and it’ll be your one vote against our four, Killian.”
They didn’t want Killian to have exclusive rights to me.
Headmistress Ethel darted her glances between the princes. “Then let Barbie concede her defeat and beg the forgiveness of Princess Medea.”
“I can’t surrender, though, ma’am,” I said. “It’s against the order of nature, since I’m a lot stronger than Princess Medea. The strong rule the weak; this is the foundation of our society, isn’t it?”
“How dare you?” Headmistress Ethel scolded. “Not in a million years can you be stronger than a royal!”
“You aren’t happy that I’m still standing tall instead of collapsing like Princess Medea’s other victims after being bitten by her snakes,” I pointed out. “You’re worried since you don’t know what to do with me, aren’t you, Headmistress Ethel? So you keep barking, but you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
The princes chuckled, settling in to watch the show.
“Watch your mouth, or I’ll send you packing!” Headmistress Ethel snapped.
“Barbie is absolutely right about being superior to Medea,” Silas said, still supporting me. “Nobody strong shall surrender to the weak.”
“It’s common knowledge that Medusa’s power runs in Princess Medea’s veins,” Rowan chimed in, “but even Medusa’s poison couldn’t subdue Barbie.”
Medea flashed a vile smile at me, not concerned about my claws that had beheaded a group of her snakes. I’d retracted them as soon as I spotted the princes heading my way. Now an unnerving confidence glinted in the princess’s eyes, as if she knew she could still bring me down, as if she had an ace that no one had discovered up her sleeve.
“A rat thinks she can usurp me,” she sneered, and lunged at me.
I acted too, no longer concerned about revealing my strength and top speed in front of everyone. It was time for me to step up and make a statement for all the underdogs in front of the top dogs. It was time to make a difference in Mist of Cinder.
I punched Medea straight in the face, shattering her cheekbone before she could get to me. The sickening crack fell on the silent hall.
