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Chapter 26

The sounds of enthusiastic cheers shook Gerda out of her pondering thoughts. She glanced around noticing a group of fey and humans drinking out of a large horned cup. It was obvious the crowd would soon be drunk, something she wasn't fond of.

She peeked over to Borra when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye.

Maleficent's hands slithered down his chest towards his abdomen in a suggestive motion. Borra appeared to be enchanted by her seductive behavior. His attention flickered down to the witch with darkened amber eyes, a color he often would have when he was near Gerda. It was strange seeing him eye Maleficent with that precise pigment in his gaze. Maleficent then softly grabbed his hands and lured him towards the crowd who was starting to dance.

Gerda let her guard drop feeling the tension in her body release. Shortly after, Percival and Shrike headed off towards the middle of the hall where other fey creatures swayed around. The tribal movements reminded Gerda of wildlife. Her observation was interrupted by Celtra handing her a mug of water. She eagerly sipped out the mug ignoring the aching hunger that tugged at her stomach. Celtra stood aside misplaced in her thoughts.

"Are you going to join them or did Borra once again leave you with the burden of monitoring me?" Gerda boredly asked, yearning to have a taste of the meats, cheeses, and fresh bread that remained out.

"Just like you, I find myself somewhat uncomfortable around our special guests. Maleficent and Percival aren't too fond of me at the moment." Celtra admitted with her gaze focused on the dancing fey who drunkenly bounced around.

"Why the discomfort? You seemed to be on decent terms with Maleficent the last time you spoke to her." Gerda replied eager for Celtra's response.

"Let's just say that they question my suggestions when it comes to finding archers even though we are facing new threats on our people. They ignore the fact that we are desperate and cannot chance any more loss. We need to consider all options...even ones that are a risk." Celtra admitted with dismay shading her voice.

Gerda set her mug on the floor, growing more interested in their conversation. She wondered just how bad things were and why Celtra was letting her in on such information. Being Borra's slave meant that Gerda was to have no part in their affairs. It had to be forbidden for anyone to speak to her about matters that did not concern her. Celtra was putting far too much trust in her.

"Threats? I was under the impression that Borra had everything under control. From my perspective, it appeared that life in both the Moors and Ulstead was prospering." Gerda said taking pride in knowing that both kingdoms were undergoing their inconveniences.

"Just like any other kingdom, there will always be those who oppose change. Some will resort to uprisings against those who threaten what they believe is right. Until recently, that was only one concern we faced. Now there is a much more worrying danger that requires immediate action." Celtra stressed with genuine concern in her eyes.

Celtra took in Gerda's confusion with hesitation almost as if she was having a debate within her mind. She carefully glanced around making sure no one was within earshot before sighing and continuing with her words.

"There is so much you don't know due to your position among our people. It's quite a shame that one with your talents be wasted away. If your loyalties were with us you most certainly would make a treasured addition to our people, if not the most valuable asset needed." Celtra said with a relaxed demeanor causing Gerda to shockingly stare at her in disbelief.

"If Borra heard what you had told me he would be very displeased. You must be mindful of your words if you value your position in his court. I hunted and killed your people. Have you gone mad?" Gerda said with a shaky voice due to the shock flashing through her.

"And Percival is also responsible for such crimes yet they are overlooked even though he too did the queen's bidding. Everyone chooses to ignore how he remains unpunished and is freely allowed to roam our land and palace. Yet here you are being reminded every day of your wrongdoings." Celtra explained with a vexed voice.

"Yes...I suppose you are correct though none of it matters. I am what I am now. I serve no actual purpose other than mild entertainment for Borra." Gerda whispered brooding over the fact that Celtra was right when it came to Percival.

"I am correct and it bothers both Maleficent and Percival that I am the only one who sees it. You don't know how much I yearn to point that out to Borra but I worry about overstepping my place. Perhaps if he hears it from someone else...someone like you." Celtra quietly remarked, causing Gerda to scoff at her unrealistic request.

"You can't be serious. Borra could care less about what I have to say let alone take any opinion of mine to thought. I'm the last person he would listen to when it comes to such matters." Gerda answered feeling flabbergasted by Celtra's absurd suggestion.

"You have nothing to lose other than a wound to your pride if he chooses to ignore your words. I on the other hand have a lot to lose if he thinks I am questioning his judgment. Primarily since I am not a leader. I say it's worth a try on your end." Celtra conceded with a pressing gaze on Gerda.

Gerda returned her gaze with a guarded expression knowing that Celtra was correct. She despised that there was truth to her words. The thought of Percival remaining unpunished ate away at her brain. It felt like a veil was pulled off her face. It was indeed unfair how he held his position while she lost hers. How Borra and everyone else didn't see the hypocrisy in their ways baffled her.

The evening quickly faded into night with the fey continuing their festivities. Gerda couldn't cease the immense hunger that plagued her empty stomach. Celtra would occasionally sneak over pieces of food from her platter which aided in keeping Gerda from feeling faint. Borra had completely forgotten about her along with the rest of the fey who didn't spare a single glance her way. They were far too lost with their drinking which wasn't exactly a bad concept.

Gerda quietly stood waiting for Celtra to return with a fresh cup of water. However, it was clear that perhaps she had been distracted with conversation after time passed. Her assumptions were verified when she caught a glimpse of Celtra speaking to one of the human guards. It somewhat made her suspicious as to why one would choose Celtra to speak to out of all the other fey.

"Wishing you were free like them I see. However, it appears that you are treated quite fine here despite your new status. Tell me, why does he keep you in pristine condition?" A suave voice uttered beside her, belonging to Percival.

She didn't bother sparing a single glance his way only due to the need of upholding her calm composure. Her body stiffened already feeling his taunting expression lingering upon her. Instead, Gerda blankly stared at the busy crowd ahead of her. She concentrated on masking the sprout of hostility inside her.

"What do you want Percival? That question has already been answered by both Borra and Celtra, there's not much to add." Gerda sharply replied wondering what he could want.

"Just curious about your purpose to being his slave...perhaps he does enjoy breaking you. It's evident that he harbors so much hate towards you. I wonder how much longer he'll keep you alive." Percival declared causing Gerda to turn to him with a loathing glare.

"I am not 'broken'...now if you don't seal your lips it will be your jaw that's broken." Gerda said with her voice rising inwardly boiling from his words.

"You've changed so much since we last spoke. The Gerda I knew would never allow her emotions to be so poorly displayed nor would words impact her. You are no longer in control of yourself whether you admit it or not. One look in your eyes and I could see that a part of you is indeed broken." Percival pointed out with his eyes observing her.

She stood quiet feeling shame course through her frame. His observation of her was concerning. Gerda knew that parts of her had slowly chipped away during her time with the fey but was it that obvious? She noticed how hard it now was to keep her outbursts contained but never pondered on it. The person she had once been no longer existed.

"The Gerda you knew is gone but do not for a moment mistake it for weakness. Perhaps my time among these creatures made me untamed just like them." Gerda bluntly hissed, only scowling when he in turn chuckled at her.

"I suppose living among them has indeed changed you into one of them. It's interesting to see what you have become. As I have said, it won't be long before he rids himself of you." Percival once again pointed out which baffled Gerda.

She wondered why his treatment towards her was so cold because she never recalled offending him back in Ulstead. She had assumed that they were both on decent terms since they had gotten along so well. It was all so bizarre to her.

"Why do you carry so much resentment towards me? We have never crossed each other in Ulstead, if anything I thought of us to be well acquainted." Gerda asked furrowing her brows in confusion.

"You went behind my back and conspired with the Queen to slaughter these creatures on the prince's wedding day. You both kept me in the dark because had I known you were going to massacre them, I would have never allowed it to happen. You have also secretly given out orders to hunt and steal fey to experiment on them." Percival curtly said with accusation in his narrowed eyes.

"You hated them all just as much as I did so don't stand here acting righteous with me. You too played a role in the queen's plans and have fey blood stained on your hands. My crimes are no different than yours." Gerda coldly replied feeling her cheeks heat up from sizzling anger.

"Is that what you tell yourself to feel somewhat justified with what you did? The difference between us is that I don't kill unless in an active battle. You relentlessly slaughtered innocent lives without an ounce of remorse. Those fey were unarmed and had no intention of causing harm to you or anyone. They simply came to celebrate what they assumed was to be a wedding but in return ended in bloodshed." Percival hotly answered with a stern, harsh glare.

Gerda felt her body numb up with his words hitting her at full force. He made her mind collapse with a brew of emotions and thoughts. She muddled over his perspective. Was what she had done to these creatures justified? It was true that they were unarmed but at the time it didn't matter to her. She had never considered the creatures to be of significance. However, after spending time living with them she noticed they were sentient beings.

Celtra had shown her that they were capable of being more than just empty vessels. Borra had shown that they were capable of feeling emotion even though all she received from him was hate and anger. She had experienced both kindness and cruelty from them. It only meant that they were somewhat no different than humans. Gerda quickly shook such a thought out of her mind not wanting to view them like her kind. She then cleared her mind and stared at Percival with a blank expression.

"Every war has its casualties...you of all people should know that Percival." Gerda replied, attempting to hide the quivering sensation of guilt that filled her.

"And you of all people should know that it's a cowardly move to kill without reason especially if your opponent is unarmed. You had gone too far Gerda and now you are paying the price for it. Maleficent tells us how much Borra hates every fiber of your being. He wished to slowly torture you but the agreement he has with Ulstead currently prevents it." Percival replied in a condescending tone allowing his words to soak into Gerda before continuing.

"He was relatively gruesome when it came to the methods of torture he desired to inflict on you. One of them was skinning you alive section by section." Percival said with his eyes now studying the crowd of fey.

"You're merely attempting to cast fear into me just like Rayne." Gerda scoffed, rolling her eyes at Percival's lies.

"Whether you choose to believe me or not doesn't matter. I know he has the desire to kill you along with making it slow and excruciating. Borra admitted that he intends to request you into his chambers and skin you alive then toss your carcass off the balcony for the animals to feast upon. Why else do you think he has been ordering you into his chambers?" Percival whispered, causing Gerda to pale and stiffen at his words.

She immediately glanced up at him with panicked eyes wondering how he knew about her being in Borra's chambers. Even if someone within the castle had told him, it was still eerie to hear Percival describe a major detail about Borra's room. Could that be why Borra studied her in great detail when they were on his balcony? Perhaps he was truly imagining how he would carve the skin from her face. It would explain why his eyes lingered on her body whenever she was in his presence. Was he fantasizing about which section of her body he would start with?

the dinner scene but it's dance moms

queen ingrith: i don't believe you and your doctorate. that's scary. i feel so sorry for your patients.

maleficent: i'm not really worried about your assessment of me. and i don't deal with dissociative identity disorder in my practice.

diaval, under his breath: oh wow... just got diagnosed.

queen ingrith: you're just a bitch.

maleficent: at least i'm only one bitch — you're, like, three bitches! with all your different personalities—

diaval: *bursts out laughing*

maleficent: —i got to call you, like, bitch 1, 2, 3!

#honestly the dinner scene IS dance moms #maleval #throwing maleval in there just bc diaval is supportive & having the time of his life #maleficent #diaval #maleficent films #shitposting #queen ingrith #queen ingrid #m:moe #maleficent mistress of evil #dance moms #source: dance moms

Nothing special here, just these two in-laws at their childrens' wedding after a bit of genocyde but nobody seemed to think it was too important.

Imagine how Diaval and King John would get along? I envision them playing chess and lowkey fighting for the position of Granpa No1 with their grandkid.

#diaval #king john #maleficent #disney #m:moe

Maleficent looking over at Diaval and saying “delicious” when birds get served at dinner is like a snide “I told you the humans were shit,” comment. Right? Like, she’s rubbing it in that after all they’ve done to be accommodating (or try to be) the humans can’t even be bothered not to make Diaval eat a bird.

#maleval #maleficent #diaval #maleficent: mistress of evil #m:moe