Bound by Fate

Chapter 31

She had tried to escape his lap a few times however which had ended in zero progress as his arms held her tight, so tight that her escape attempts were stopped before they were even three seconds in.

She believed he must have been enjoying himself considering how much he wanted to eat in that position.

The servants brought the fancy dishes covered by the shiny golden domes,  why they were gild instead of silver may have been to flaunt his wealth. Having cutlery of real silver was a feat but it was all pure gold and it was pretty uncommon or unheard of where she lived.

She felt a fork enter her mouth and she ate the delicious food deciding to still be compliant because of her promise and there were lots of people present.

"So what dress are you planning on wearing to your betrothal ball?" A woman asked her curiously once they had finished eating and were waiting for desert.

"Anya it ought to be a surprise. You cannot ask her what she is to wear, you might unintentionally copy her and draw away attention from the future Queen at her betrothal ball," one of the women exclaimed horrified.

Sara rolled her eyes discreetly. Did it really matter that much? It wasn't like she wanted to have all the attention nor did she want to be suffocated in a corset. If anything Adam was going to end up needing to bribe her into going to the ball. In addition to the above she had mentally listed, she did not even know what she would be wearing. They had kind of chosen all her outfits for her.

If it was her choice she would have worn something a little (a lot) more comfortable. For example her favourite white and blue halter neck dress that actually showed her knees. Obviously she did not say anything, the last thing she needed was to make the conservative medieval women faint in shock from her wardrobe preferences.

Suddenly a thought came into her head, maybe she could bargain with the King to wear shorter dresses sometimes. She could otherwise cut off the excess length of her dresses and adjust them to suit her preferences.

She did have a lot of free time available with the idea of women not working unless they were servants or slaves, working jobs such as maids. That was one part of the castle that was fine, the fact that most women did not work, not slavery. It meant she did not have to bother working and stressing about earning a living, although the inequality was kind of a downside to it all.

The King began to slightly worry as he saw his beloved becoming deep in thought. Was she planning some sort of trouble for the night or was she planning her next escape attempt from his arms. No, she did not have any sort of mischievous look on her face. Maybe she was thinking of some topic to discuss with the other women.

Why was his beloved so complicated in comparison to other women. Yes, she did not come with any personal issues, however she was not like other women. There was no submission. She made him compromise, unlike most men he did not have the upper hand when it came to his beloved. She loved to fight him on anything traditionally done. She enjoyed wearing clothes that revealed her legs and form. In short, she preferred to wear less than the average prostitute. She was not a woman of the night, that was one of the areas she would conform to his traditions, she saved herself for marriage.

He suddenly felt her move forward violently and became worried she would throw up again. On further observation he saw she was only trying to get closer to the dessert. She seemed to be more interested in dessert than she was in him. She definitely had at the very least a slight sweet tooth.

She seemed very much interested in the cake with its soft frosting and the set chocolate drops on it.

He took the fork and took a piece of it and she spun around to let him feed her. She hoped he was not going to take her cake for himself.

The cake went in her mouth and she felt its sweet deliciousness against her tongue. It was perfect, not too sweet or rich and yet not bland. Its soft texture was perfect as she ate it.

"Oh Lady Sara you must soon come to our castle. There is a mare named Ella that I am sure would be perfect for you," Anastasia gushed.

Sara only made a "mhm" in reply as she was fed her cake that had her addicted. If there was one good thing about the castle it was their desserts, especially their cake.

"What color are you planning on wearing to the ball? I personally believe a gold would suit you, Lady Ambrose seems to think white. How plain," one woman asked whilst seeming to be dissing the other lady.

"I suggested silver, not white," Jennifer retorted.

Sara sighed, her part of the cake finished. The ladies were all talking at once and it was kind of annoying. She did not know what the dress looked like, how could she know the colour and if she had a choice it would be blue.

They sounded like the adult, high class version of two year olds quarreling over dolls.