“What do you want?”
“Oh, I just want what every young girl wants.” She sighed, dreamily, her nail scraping sharp along the princess’s arm as she circled. “True love and a reckoning, blood, fire, a pony…” Her hand moved up. “That shiny little crown on your head.” She plucked it up. “So pretty, just like you. I’d expect it to be heavier, you know?”
“The people would never accept you as their queen.”
The next second, as the girl stopped on front of her, the princess was glaring at the perfect copy of her own face, her reflection.
“Oh,” the girl smiled and stroked the princess’s cheek. “I think they will.”