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Even if she was locked in a cell, Carlotta’s was slightly different than what a jail cell normally was. The walls were covered with images, drawings of wedding dresses and ideas she had for her wedding. Trying to plan a wedding from a prison wasn’t easy and so she had requested some help.

The door to her cell opened and a guard entered with a young woman accompanying him. A wall of bars separated her but Carlotta still smiled. “Princess Petal.” She said softly. “I wasn’t sure you would agree to meet with me.”

“I am more curious as to why you asked to see me.”

The spy played with her hair, still not used to it being let down. “I wanted to ask you if you would… well… if you would be willing to…” She looked down at her feet. “Well… if you would design my wedding dress.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, the thing is, I came to Avalonne when you were getting married. And I loved your wedding dress… so… I know that I’m not worthy of it… I’d be honoured if you would do this for me.”

The young princess stood for a moment, surprised. She turned the request over in her head, staring at the spy with wide eyes. Finally, her face softened into a smile. She stepped closer to the cell, waving off the guard’s warning. Reaching through e bars, she took Carlotta’s hand.

“It would be my honour to help you, dear,” she said softly. “I would love to design the gown of your dreams.”

A soft happiness filled the former spy and she reached over and held her hand back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Carlotta,” Ardaigh replied. “And please, call me Ari. I don’t like having my friends calling Princess Petal.”

“You... you would call me a friend? After all I have done? After all I am?”

“As I said at the trial, you’ve only done those things at the orders of others. You were simply doing what you had been hired to do. I do not hold you responsible for doing your job.”

Carlotta sighed, pulling away from her hand and sat down on her bed. “I wish that was true, Princess. I know that what I did was so someone else wouldn’t but the truth is... I did enjoy it. I enjoyed the power I had over life and death. The trill and the adventure. I deserve to be here, locked away where I can’t hurt someone.”

“Do you regret what you’ve done?”

“That’s the worst part.” She mumbled, looking up at the blonde woman. “I don’t. Not one second of it.”

“Well, then,” Ari started, looking the former spy square in the eye, “I have a more important question. Do you want to change?”

“Of course I do.” She said, standing up and walking over to the cage once again. “I was just reunited with the love of my life, who I thought was dead. I want to change... to have a life with him but... I’m so used to lying and death that I... I’m not sure I can change.”

The princess smiled. “Then, you deserve a second chance. You may not regret your actions, but, the simple fact that you want to start a new life is evidence enough that there is goodness in your heart. That you have it in you to change your ways.”

The prisoner smiled at her. “Well, I will have two whole years in here to work it out.”

“And I will do what I can to help,” the princess replied, smiling back. “Now, why don’t we talk about that dress?”

With a smile, Carlotta nodded. “Yes. Lets.”

Ari asked the guard for a stool. Sitting down, she faced her friend. “So, what kind of dress would interest you?”

Carlotta smiled and rolled a shoulder. “Well... despite our trade, Leo and I are both from very simple backgrounds, nothing as grand as you and the others. I know I act like a lady but... well... I’m an inn keeper’s daughter. So we decided that we want to go back to our roots. To something humble and simple. Nothing grand. Natural.” She looked up at the sky from the small cell window she had.

“I understand,” Ari replied. “So, you’re not looking for all the ruffles and glitter the kingdom is known for?”

“By the gods no.” She chuckled lightly. “No, no, I want something simple and natural.”

“I can do that,” Ari said, giggling. “I’m assuming a traditional dress? Long, white?”

Carlotta suddenly blushed and scratched the back of her head. “Umm.... well I’m not sort of... umm....” She coughed in her embarrassment.

“What is it?”

“I...” She coughed and went bright red. “I can’t wear white.” She chuckled nervously. “Since white is for... you know...” She let out a deep sigh. “Please don’t make me say it.”

Understanding, Ari nodded. “I get it. Is there another colour you’d like?”

“Anything but purple or pink. I always wore purple as a... you know. And pink is the colour of truqlac essence, the poison I wore. I want to get as far from them as I can, even in what I wear.”

The princess thought for a moment. “You want something natural. Perhaps something with blue or green?”

“Of course I will, dear.” Ari stood. As the guard stepped forward, the princess turned once more to the former spy. “And Carlotta? If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”

The spy chuckled and shrugged. “Whatever you think, Ari. I have little to no knowledge on wedding dresses. I never thought I would marry after I lost Leo. And... I wasn’t sure before he...” She stopped talking and looked down at the ring on her hand, glad the guards had not taken it from her.

Smiling, Ari watched her. “I’ll do my very best to design something you’ll love. I just know that you will be happy together, once your time in here is over.”

“Happy.” She repeated, whispered. “I thought I didn’t deserve to be happy anymore.” She smiled and looked up. “Thank you, princess for everything. For what you said at the trial and... If I may ask one more favour? While I’m in here, Nark is all alone. Will you look after him for me?”

“Of course I will, dear.” Ari stood. As the guard stepped forward, the princess turned once more to the former spy. “And Carlotta? If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”

With a sad smile, Carlotta watched the pink flowery princess walk away and leave her along in the dark cell, wondering what her wedding dress would be like.

Made on Azalea Dolls Snow Queen Maker

Description

Even if she was locked in a cell, Carlotta’s was slightly different than what a jail cell normally was. The walls were covered with images, drawings of wedding dresses and ideas she had for her wedding. Trying to plan a wedding from a prison wasn’t easy and so she had requested some help.

The door to her cell opened and a guard entered with a young woman accompanying him. A wall of bars separated her but Carlotta still smiled. “Princess Petal.” She said softly. “I wasn’t sure you would agree to meet with me.”

“I am more curious as to why you asked to see me.”

The spy played with her hair, still not used to it being let down. “I wanted to ask you if you would… well… if you would be willing to…” She looked down at her feet. “Well… if you would design my wedding dress.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, the thing is, I came to Avalonne when you were getting married. And I loved your wedding dress… so… I know that I’m not worthy of it… I’d be honoured if you would do this for me.”

The young princess stood for a moment, surprised. She turned the request over in her head, staring at the spy with wide eyes. Finally, her face softened into a smile. She stepped closer to the cell, waving off the guard’s warning. Reaching through e bars, she took Carlotta’s hand.

“It would be my honour to help you, dear,” she said softly. “I would love to design the gown of your dreams.”

A soft happiness filled the former spy and she reached over and held her hand back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Carlotta,” Ardaigh replied. “And please, call me Ari. I don’t like having my friends calling Princess Petal.”

“You... you would call me a friend? After all I have done? After all I am?”

“As I said at the trial, you’ve only done those things at the orders of others. You were simply doing what you had been hired to do. I do not hold you responsible for doing your job.”

Carlotta sighed, pulling away from her hand and sat down on her bed. “I wish that was true, Princess. I know that what I did was so someone else wouldn’t but the truth is... I did enjoy it. I enjoyed the power I had over life and death. The trill and the adventure. I deserve to be here, locked away where I can’t hurt someone.”

“Do you regret what you’ve done?”

“That’s the worst part.” She mumbled, looking up at the blonde woman. “I don’t. Not one second of it.”

“Well, then,” Ari started, looking the former spy square in the eye, “I have a more important question. Do you want to change?”

“Of course I do.” She said, standing up and walking over to the cage once again. “I was just reunited with the love of my life, who I thought was dead. I want to change... to have a life with him but... I’m so used to lying and death that I... I’m not sure I can change.”

The princess smiled. “Then, you deserve a second chance. You may not regret your actions, but, the simple fact that you want to start a new life is evidence enough that there is goodness in your heart. That you have it in you to change your ways.”

The prisoner smiled at her. “Well, I will have two whole years in here to work it out.”

“And I will do what I can to help,” the princess replied, smiling back. “Now, why don’t we talk about that dress?”

With a smile, Carlotta nodded. “Yes. Lets.”

Ari asked the guard for a stool. Sitting down, she faced her friend. “So, what kind of dress would interest you?”

Carlotta smiled and rolled a shoulder. “Well... despite our trade, Leo and I are both from very simple backgrounds, nothing as grand as you and the others. I know I act like a lady but... well... I’m an inn keeper’s daughter. So we decided that we want to go back to our roots. To something humble and simple. Nothing grand. Natural.” She looked up at the sky from the small cell window she had.

“I understand,” Ari replied. “So, you’re not looking for all the ruffles and glitter the kingdom is known for?”

“By the gods no.” She chuckled lightly. “No, no, I want something simple and natural.”

“I can do that,” Ari said, giggling. “I’m assuming a traditional dress? Long, white?”

Carlotta suddenly blushed and scratched the back of her head. “Umm.... well I’m not sort of... umm....” She coughed in her embarrassment.

“What is it?”

“I...” She coughed and went bright red. “I can’t wear white.” She chuckled nervously. “Since white is for... you know...” She let out a deep sigh. “Please don’t make me say it.”

Understanding, Ari nodded. “I get it. Is there another colour you’d like?”

“Anything but purple or pink. I always wore purple as a... you know. And pink is the colour of truqlac essence, the poison I wore. I want to get as far from them as I can, even in what I wear.”

The princess thought for a moment. “You want something natural. Perhaps something with blue or green?”

“Of course I will, dear.” Ari stood. As the guard stepped forward, the princess turned once more to the former spy. “And Carlotta? If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”

The spy chuckled and shrugged. “Whatever you think, Ari. I have little to no knowledge on wedding dresses. I never thought I would marry after I lost Leo. And... I wasn’t sure before he...” She stopped talking and looked down at the ring on her hand, glad the guards had not taken it from her.

Smiling, Ari watched her. “I’ll do my very best to design something you’ll love. I just know that you will be happy together, once your time in here is over.”

“Happy.” She repeated, whispered. “I thought I didn’t deserve to be happy anymore.” She smiled and looked up. “Thank you, princess for everything. For what you said at the trial and... If I may ask one more favour? While I’m in here, Nark is all alone. Will you look after him for me?”

“Of course I will, dear.” Ari stood. As the guard stepped forward, the princess turned once more to the former spy. “And Carlotta? If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”

With a sad smile, Carlotta watched the pink flowery princess walk away and leave her along in the dark cell, wondering what her wedding dress would be like.

Made on Azalea Dolls Snow Queen Maker