Fairest - Scene 2

Samara lept out of the window and easily took to the sky, carrying the princess with her. She had expected a difficult flight, but Sophie wasn’t struggling at all. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it.

Sophie: “Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee! This is awesome!”

Samara: “Uh…”

Samara: “B-Be silent! Nothing you say can fool me into returning you to safety.”

Sophie laughed, her hair fluttering in the breeze and her arms outstretched.

Sophie: “Why would I want you to return me from this? I’m like a bird! I’ve never felt so free!”

Samara: “Free?”

Samara: “I…I’m kidnapping you…”

Sophie: “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just keep flying, please!”

Samara was at a loss. She was supposed to be powerful and terrifying witch. Why wasn’t her hostage scared? She had to regain control.

Samara: “Now your family will suffer the way mine suffered! You are the victim of my family’s ancient curse!”

Sophie: “Why are you talking like that?”

Samara: “What?”

Sophie: “You’re talking like a character from a bard’s tale.”

Samara: “No I’m not.”

Sophie: “Yes you are! You definitely are.”

“You sound kind of silly, don’t you think?”

Samara: (looking flustered) “Th-This is how I always talk! I’m a witch!”

Sophie: “Do you have to?”

“I mean, you can talk normally, right?”

Samara: “I choose to speak in the ancient traditions of those who wielded magic before me. It is an honor to-”

Sophie: “So you do choose to do it!”

“But why?”

Samara: “I just told you, I’m a witch.”

Sophie: “But you just talked normally!”

If doing so wouldn’t kill the princess, Samara would have put her head in her hands.

Samara: “Can we just... stop talking about how I talk, please?”

Princess Sophie tried to turn her head to look up at her captor, suddenly worried.

Sophie: “Wait, did I upset you?”

Samara: (looking huffy, if possible, but trying to seem aloof): “No!”

But the Witch’s voice betrayed her. Clearly, she was taken aback by the princess’s jibes.

Samara: “I… I had expected taunts from my prisoner. It is only natural for you to wish to rebel against the witch who comes to claim you for her own!”

“But know this! No taunts or pleas of mercy will save you now! You are my captive, and you cannot even hope to escape!”

But the Princess was not listening. Once again, her hands were outstretched and her smile wide.

Sophie: “Yeah yeah, taunts, pleas, I got it.”

“Wheeeeee!!!!”

Samara gritted her teeth. Clearly, the princess was just too intimidated by her terrifying captor to think rationally. She must have been put into a state of shock by the terrifying appearance of the one and only Dread Witch Samara and her subsequent, terrifying kidnapping. Yes, she must have been simply....

Terrified.

Naturally.

They flew for some time, the witch maintaining a stoic silence while the princess whooped and hollered.

Sophie: “Did you see that? We just flew right by that flock of doves! Can we go back and look at them more?”

Samara: “No, we can’t go back and look at doves!”

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m kidnapping you? This isn’t a carriage ride!”

The princess pouted, clearly irritated.

Sophie: “What’s the point in being able to fly if you don’t stop to take in the sights up here?”

“I’d give anything to be able to fly, and you’re out here taking it for granted.”

Samara: “I can look at doves any time! I’m just trying to take you back to my lair.”

Sophie: “Do you look at doves, though?”

“Or do you just go around picking up princesses all day?”

The witch had all but given up on reminding the princess that she was being kidnapped by now. However, the question had caught her off guard.

Samara: “O-Of course I do! I am a master of levitation. I own the sky whenever I choose to do so.”

Sophie: “Uh-huh.”

The princess wasn’t buying it. For some reason, all of the witch’s intimidation seemed to be failing.

Clearly, it wasn’t any fault of hers! She was The Dread Witch Samara: none could escape the terror she inspired in the hearts of weaker beings. The princess must have just been born with an exceptionally strong will. But no matter how strong it was, the witch knew she could break her. Her flippant nature would bend and break beneath the cruel hand of The Dread Witch—

Sophie: “Are you listening to me?”

Samara: “Huh?”

Sophie: “I was asking you how long it’ll be until we get there.”

Samara: “Oh.”

Sophie: “I’m just getting cold up here. I didn’t exactly dress for soaring through the sky in the arms of a witch.”

Samara: “.............”

“About fifteen minutes.”

Sophie: “Alright, cool.”

Sophie: “Can we please stop if we find more birds on the way?”

The witch sighed. There was no point in arguing.

Samara: “Fine. But only for a minute.”

Sophie: “Yay! You’re the best.”

That’s generally not something you want to hear from your victim. Clearly, the Witch had her work cut out for her.

It was going to be a long flight home.