𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒞𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇

As time ticked by, and questions were answered, Crystal felt her emotions stir more with each questions she was given, it had gone from small meaningless talk to more personal, though she knew the questions that were to come would be the ones that would require her sharp tongue yet also a calm and collected mindset, and oh for once in her life did she hope on the stars themselves that she was able to keep that mindset, if not....then the path she had wanted to keep could crumble beneath her hooves, Pandora's box had only been opened slightly and damage could still be fixed, though if she lost her temper now all bridges would be burned. She snapped out of her thoughts, as the next question the reporter asked was the one that stirred the flames inside for just a split second. '' Lady summer..'' the first part was a title she had not heard in quite some time, ponies referred to her as miss summer and nothing more, her ears perked as the only sign of the growing discomfort, ''during our research we also found a very interesting connection to your family, though it surprised us since the last names are quite different, though the name simply popped out the moment we saw it, is it true you are tied by blood to the noble Blake Wyatt of house Sinclair ?'' Crystal had to will herself not to lash out at the name, it was true she was related to Blake Wyatt Sinclair, something she had wanted to avoid to come out in public, ponies knew his name all too well, he had a charm and grace in his ways of working that made every creature he spoke to or interacted with, feel at ease in his presence along with quite a list of charity donations on his name, whether it were schools, libraries or any other kind of charity event that was thrown, he always was there in person to make his donation and had made strong connections to other noble houses, she would not be surprised if he had even had some sort of work related connections to the princesses themselves, after all donations of the amount he gave were not something to pass without being known and published. The mare snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the reporter clear their throat impatiently, no doubt they thought she should feel proud of her connections, if only they knew....if only they knew what lurked beneath his surface, instead of acting on her emotions, she took a deep breath inhaling the calming sent of her jasmine tea, before she put down her cup showing a well practiced smile, dear stars she was way to familiar with this act for her own taste , '' i do not wish to be rude, though could we please if possible skip this question?, i wish to keep any possible family i might or might not have according to your research, out of the books or in this case magazines, after all did they not wish to know more about the mare behind the mask?'' She could only hope that the reporter would agree, then again the possible first hoof discovery of their connection was a tempting treat for reporters no doubt, if this came out she could kiss her life of peace and serenity goodbye, but above all else at this moment, the reminder stung more then anything else, even had her fear and paranoia stirring just the slightest, how she cursed her photographic memory at this moment, though one glance at the reporter said it all, this subject was not going to be wiped of the table. The reported seemed surprised, before they regained themselves and showed a well practiced smile, though the mare could clearly see the hints of a grin underneath it, this subject was going to go deeper, they had found something non other had found yet, and they were going to use the information, they had the prize of the first scoop within reach and would hold on to it like a manticore would hold its prey, no mercy and no sharing whatsoever. ''though Lady summer, our readers are simply curious about their idol, it would not be fair to dangle something in front of them like a toy mouse in front of a cat, only to pull it back and leave the critter without anything at all'' they said it as if it was as bad as taking candy from a foal, this resulted in a flare of anger beneath the surface, it took her more willpower then before to keep her well practiced smile, the only thing that kept her from lashing out now, was the reminder that this was a public location. Crystal bit her tongue, the grip of her magic aura tightened on the cup, though it was not strong enough to break the expensive porcelain, and it was the only sign of her now boiling anger ''we do not wish to disappoint our fans, though what was the exact question you wished to have answered?'' she asked as she kept her practiced smile and a polite tone, trying her best to keep the icy tone from cutting through to the surface. The unicorn reporter cleared their throat, showing what seemed to be a hint of victory in their smile ''is it true you are related to the noble Blake Wyatt of house Sinclair, and if so what is your relation to the stallion?'' they looked up at crystal the moment they had asked the question, though they showed patience, Crystal could see the burning hints of greed in their eyes, and it only served to add fuel to the fire that was already growing beneath her surface, '' it is true, i am indeed related by blood to the noble Blake Wyatt of house Sinclair, as for what our connections are, he is my great grandfather from my fathers side, our ties are blood only and nothing more, we have conversed in the past though we have not really spoken since my childhood'' she replied with formal tone '' and to be quite honest'' she continued before the reporter could interrupt her ''i wish things to remain as they are, my fans wished to know if i had preferred to keep my mask, and wished to know why i took it in the first place'' she gave the reporter no chance to cut her off, she was going to share her truth, not the truth but her truth, what she wanted it to be '' i do not enjoy the spotlight that comes with it, before my mask had been quite literally taken during my latest match, i had the joy of living a normal and peaceful life, now that my mask has been taken from me, i no longer have the privilege of simply crossing the street without being recognized by fans or reporters such as you, so the let this answer the burning questions my fans so desperately wished to know, yes i would have kept my mask had it been my choice, and the reason i took it up to begin with...'' looking up at the reporter she noticed their look of shock, or perhaps even a hint of fear, somewhere during her reply, icy tone she had wished to keep from her voice, had slipped through, there was now a crack on the surface of her well practiced emotional mask, and all because of the mention of a name she had wished to never be associated with at all.