Marcie Storm

The Prince went into the library. He spied a familiar looking face. She was a blonde girl with glasses. Marcie Storm.

The Prince met her on his first day. She seemed confident, the intelligential type.

"Hi, Marcie," The Prince sat next to her.

Marcie put the book she was reading over her face. "Cutie, I know you've joined up with Gina."

"It's necessary for my plans," the Prince said. "And me Prince."

Marcie lowered her books. "Your plans?"

"Moving up in the hierarchy is impossible alone. It was necessary I join a faction."

"I thought you better than that."

"I'm not doing this for my own sake. In order to fix their broken school, I need to have power. That's just the reality. I want you to join me. I could do with an intelligential type."

Marcie sighed. "All right. But I'm only doing this so you don't let the power go to your head."

"Good. Because I have control of Gina."

The Prince explained about Gina's curse and how he had just recruited Susan and Carmen to his cause.

"I doubt that. It's more likely Gina is subconsciously trying to atone for her many sins." Marcie said.

"That's ridiculous. If it was a psychological thing, how was I able to make Gina only obey my commands?"

"Well, I want in," Marcie said with a smirk. "You should make me your number two. I can be more useful than Susan."

The Prince raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Trust me. Trusting Susan is a mistake. She cut me before."

"Really?" This didn't sound like Susan at all. "Well, I can't give you a high level position in the Royal Magnificence. It would be too controversial. It would be best if you gradually rise through the ranks. The only reason I have any sway is because everyone thinks I'm Gina's boy toy."

"Fine. But seriously, Susan is an liability. You're best off throwing her under the bus."

The Prince left the library wondering if he should trust Marcie.