Being the crowned princess of Dahlia, Emmeline is all too aware that politics and love don't go together.
She's never had trouble keeping her heart locked up, but now things are changing.
Her best friends: the rugged guard, Ajax, and her charming a...
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Balls were something I always despised.
I know, I know, but balls are supposed to be the best part of being a Princess. They're glamorous, and fun and magical, yet ever since I set foot into my first ball at age seven, I have always hated them.
The only thing that has ever made them feel tolerable was a sulky boy way too big for his age, and a slimmer one who always made sure to bring a book to such tedious events.
They were my escape but this ball was held in honour of me, and I already had a date that was neither of the men I let fuck me with their tongues until I saw stars, last night.
"How about green?" Opehlia holds up a lime green gown that causes my face to crease slightly.
"I don't think green is my colour."
She throws it aside, digging through her pile of dresses again. I suck in a breath, my corset digging into my ribs. "Hey Ophelia, is this corset a little tighter than usual?"
"That's standard Thalnia corsets, our women are typically slimmer waisted so the corsets have to be tighter to accentuate the figure." Damn. I thought I was pretty slim, but these girls must be something else.
"The bust is very..." I motion with my hands the way they squeeze my breasts to the point of exhaustion.
"But they look good, right?" Opehlia admires my boobs, in a way that would seem creepy if she hadn't already seen me in the nude.
"I guess," This time she pulls out a satin dress, a darker green, almost the shade of evergreen trees. My expression doesn't immediately drop at the colour, a good sign.
Lifting my arms, she drapes it overhead, allowing the material to billow out across the floor. "Woah." I looked...older, almost unrecognisable.
It's only been a few weeks away from Dahlia, but slowly I could feel my old self fading. The last parts clinging to Damien and Ajax, but Theo was crafting the new.
I had done so many new things, explored hobbies I never knew existed for me, like surfing, chess, even croquet which I had quickly mastered. Theo liked all those things, and slowly I was becoming his perfect match.
"It's the one!" She squeals, reminding quickly that she's still just a child. This is all dress up for her that I admire thoroughly. Watching her face light up as I allow her to place my tiara on top of the nestled crown she created with my hair.
Normally, I feel ridiculous going to these events. The old me would comment on the fact I look like a tree, my brunette locks deeply constructing the emerald green, yet behold, I have no insecurities to proclaim, instead I can safely say I look quite beautiful.
"Are you going to kiss him?" I almost choke to the point that she's hastily thrusting a glass of water in my direction. "Sorry,"
Shaking my head, I greedily gulp the cool liquid down. "No, it's fine. It just took me by surprise, that's all."
