Christina knew this obviously wasn't true, but it also wasn't true that he had kidnapped Charlie, and the fact that her sister had tried to save this guy, whoever ti was, so abruptly, lead Christie to believe he was, in fact, a good guy and possibly an acquaintance of Charlie's. "Is this true, young man?" She inquired out of courtesy.
Thank goodness for Charlie, he thought, and, as he couldn't move or speak from the shackles and the gag on his mouth, he limited himself to nod desperately. The girl he'd seen earlier that day that vaguely resembled Charlie gave the order to set him free and the guards did as told. His theories were now even more correct. Princess Petrova...
She stopped herself from sagging in relief and arched her back, crossing her arms over her chest, "I suggest one of you should drive him back. I'm sure he has a busy schedule," she said, not looking at Kaz anymore.
Her heart thudded in her chest. Have Kaz...at the academy? It was like her lives had separated themselves into two different lives. Her duchess life and her life in Prague. Two seperate entities that she never thought could merge. She forced herself to not look at Christie again. "Why? You're happy here. You have a great life, why would you...why would you leave your siblings?" God she was such a hypocrite.
She was completely confused and called the guards' attention. "Stop him from touching Duchess Petrova," she ordered, and did so, apprehending him at his arms, "What is it that you want, young man, for helping my dear sister?"
She didn't hnderstand Charlie, so she ignored her. Christina, still not sure if the guy was an elemental, threw a quick and high-pressured stream of water at him, and he stumbled back before cocking his head at Christie. She did it again but this time, he heated the water up before it touched him and made it vaporize. "Huh," started Christie, impressed, "If you are an elemental, then why not go to the Academy instead of begging the Duchess to leave her duties and stay?"
He smirked internally, but on the outside, he just looked surprised, "Would you Royals really do that for my family?" His eyes reddened and he continued, "You are nothing like the other elementals say you are."
She looked after Kaz before moving to Christie, offering her hand. Her stomach churning. This was it. Whatever's going to happen, will. At least she'll have Kaz? Her stomach twisted harder and she winced. No, she didn't think it would be a good thing. Not after he found out.
She stumbled after her, grabbing onto Christie's arm to stop from falling, before frowning, "geez, you were prepared," she replied. She'd really fallen off the wagon in Prague, she'd lost all her muscle.
"Well, not really. We were actually expecting you to be gone. I only really told the limo to come meet us here back in the black sedan via text messages." Christie shrugged, "Still, it will come handy to get you in quicker to the academy."
"If I was still as paranoid as I was in the beginning, I probably would have gotten better strategies and methods to notice if you found me. Look over my shoulder more. It was just a comment." She said, wincing.
"She is..." CHristina the trailed off and bit her lower lip, uncertain as if to she should speak out her thought. SHe turned around and made sure they were alone and in no one's hearing radius, "So. Who is that guy, anyway?"
She shrugged, "I'm not saying we should blackmail them, but they should be grateful enough to follow our story. If they don't, then why would anyone believe a family of elementals over the lost duchess and the water princess?"
"Oh, okay," she replied taking a look at her, her eyebrows creasing, like she was looking for something but the pulling in of the car dragged her out of her thoughts and she took one last look at the academy before slipping out.
She sat in the principal's office, of all places, in one of the seats across from their desk. She was told her mother would be in shortly and wondered if the waiting game was a tactic, make the suspence even worse.
She rubbed her temple and looked back at her with a sigh, mouthing 'wish me luck', before rising from her chair, turning slightly to look at her mother. Her back was straight, her hands curled into fists by her sides, slightly gripping the fabric of her shirt.
Christina clapped her hands together and closed the door behind her, "Well... Isn't it nice to see each other again?" Christina felt that this role didn't suit her. She was used to it being her who had problems with their mother. It was usually Christie who rebelled, who didn't attend to family dinners and who didn't have the best etiquette. Charlie usually was the mediator; the pacifier. Not the other way around. It made Christie nervous.
Her heart was beating in her chest, her thoughts similar to Christie, except also thinking thank goodness she didn't leave. Charlie couldn't remember a time where she was alone with her mother. "Oh, definitely," she said, biting her cheek.
"Would have been much better to reunite under better circumstances, but I duppose you are not completely wrong, Christina." The Quern replied before looking at Charlie, "So, daughter of mine," her serious face sort of became contemptous, "Why did you escape?"
She fought back a reaction to the look, gripping her clothes harder, "well, I escaped the basement due to it being a bit...unpleasant. Being kidnapped and losing ones agency really does raise a need to escape. I thought you would have been happy...the months of knowing I was kidnapped, held under ransom, must have eaten you alive."
Her mother's eye twitched brazenly and she flicked at her daughter's wrist hard with her finger, "Don't play games with me, young lady. Why did you escape your dorm here? I know you were not kidnapped."
She yelped as she was hit, her other hand going over to protect it, rubbing the spot, "I have people to back me up, Tiara," she mumbled, "they're arriving tomorrow morning. They can tell you I was." She was digging a hole, she knew that. Someone was bound to uncover her lie, and she was never a particularly good liar either. Rathered to stay away from the topic than straight out lie.
Her stomach sunk and she flushed, "I don't really want to believe it. But it's the truth. And it's the only thing you're goin–" She stopped herself. She'd never really been the one to antagonise her mother but she had the same level as pride as her, she'll concede to that, and she'd be damned if someone wounded it. But her fear of her mother did temper that pride. "I'm sorry for the worry that it caused you, mother."
She let out a shaky breath, "you realise...it would just be easier if I told the truth. A lot less...damning of the Novaceks," she said with a blink, knowing that probably didn't make sense, "but hey! That wasn't so bad."
She bit back a reaction. "Yeah, maybe, though, he could be very much alive. It's not like there's been any dukes being killed in the past few decades so...who knows." He was alive and kicking last time Charlie checked which was...oh, a month ago?
She shrugged, "Let's hope he is. I'd really like to get the chance to meet him at the same time as you, in that case. Would love to see your reaction," she said innocently, trying to lighten up the mood.