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Just how much attention was that bastard paying to me?
I was going to have to work harder if I wanted to keep the wall between us, I supposed.
“I don’t need all of these,” I protested.
The woman nodded. “You also need…” she trailed off, reaching into the bag she had hanging off her shoulder. After digging around for a minute, she pulled out a silk pouch and handed it to me. “There you go. I’m sure you’ll love the dresses and undergarments.”
With that, she turned and walked down the hallway.
I stared after her for a moment before I finally went back into my room, dragging the clothing rack in behind me.
Inside my room, I stopped and pulled the first dress away from the rack.
My eyes widened as they landed on the delicate silver embroidery, sliding up the elegant silk. I’d grown up a princess in the solar fae kingdom, but the land was divided into many small kingdoms. I’d thought we were wealthy, then.
But looking at the stunning weave of the fabric, brushing my fingers over the rich silk…
Shit, maybe my family had been poor.
I looked at the next dress, and then the next, and the next. Some had lace, some had a semi-translucent fabric I didn’t have a name for. Some were heavy, some were light. Some showed a lot of skin, some showed hardly any.
But each of them was gorgeous, made of expensive white or silver fabric.
I untied the pants around my chest and unknotted the ones at my hip, sliding out of both articles of clothing. After stepping into the thin, soft white undergarment that covered me from breast to upper thigh, I carefully pulled a light, silver dress off the hanger. I undid the pretty pearl buttons along the back slowly, and then slid into the dress. Its long sleeves hugged my wrists, but were a bit loose around my biceps. I assumed if I were a bit healthier, it would’ve been tight throughout.
The neckline was all the way to my throat, covering my skin with a slightly-translucent fabric that grew completely opaque as it reached my chest. It hugged my body, though a bit loosely, and was shaped in the slip-fashion that draped over your lower half closely, but not so closely that it was difficult to walk.
The light fabric pooled behind me, just barely covering my toes at the front but long enough at the back to trail behind me as I moved.
Stars, the dress was gorgeous.
I felt a bit out of place in it, but not in a bad way.
I felt… good.
Pretty.
Soft, and small, and feminine.
And while I liked feeling like a rage machine, and embracing my fury, it occurred to me that I might also like feeling sort of beautiful.
I walked carefully into the bathroom, eyeing the hem of the dress to make sure I didn’t trip on it, or catch it on anything. There really wasn’t anything to catch it on anyway, but I was being paranoid because I loved it.
Stopping in the bathroom, I stared into the full-length mirror against one of the walls.
And stared.
And continued staring.
Honestly, I even moved my hand a bit, not certain that the woman I was looking at was actuallyme.
The dress was incredible; simple, but elegant at the same time.
The haircut was gorgeous; it highlighted my slim face and made my blue eyes pop more.
I didn’t look like the sickly princess I’d been for the first almost-twenty years of my life.
I didn’t look like the tortured prisoner I’d been for the two decades following those sickly years.
