Chapter 8
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Chapter 8
Aribeth
As the days pass father travels to the castle more and more. Charles never comes to my home again, so I am sitting in my nightdress writing him a letter.
Dearest Charles,
I have not seen you as of late and do miss your company. I would like for us to have tea together. If you have the time of course. Father says that things are still uncomfortable with the negotiations. He has come home with documents for me to see and they all feel truthful and just. I hope that you are not overburdened.
Please do let me know about the-
My pen jerks across my letter leaving an awful line and spots from me pressing down too hard. I can feel darkness approaching. Running to my mother in my nightdress, I find her fully dressed in the garden. “Mother! Quick, the king will be arriving soon!” I am in an all-out panic, I know why. He scares me and makes me feel uncomfortable and I know that he must be heading here, where else would he go? Mother leaps to her feet pulling me with her.
“We have to get you dressed quickly! I have a white dress and corset for you to wear.”
“Mother, that will not fit me! You are far daintier than I. Is father here?”
“Yes dear,” She has dragged me all the way upstairs and pushed me into my room. “Hurry get her ready.” She yells at Bridget and leaves to find her own maid. A moment later her maid comes in with said gown and corset. Even though everyone is running, and their aura should be crashing waves of rushed chaos but I can only feel him nearing with every pound of my heart.
“I must return to your mother,” Theia says, dropping the gown on my bed and leaving. Bridget and I eye the dress.
“That is going to not fit me.”
“It will.” By now she has pinned up my hair to look presentable and slips the gown over my head. I sway as the darkness hits me in a stronger wave, he must either be in the house or in front. Next, she slips on my mother’s corset, and it makes everything worse. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, “No, I look like...”
“A harlet.” Bridget nods agreeing as I press my breast down into the corset. “That will have to do. Are you ready to tighten it?”
“No! Can’t we just leave it undone! The dress was made for my mother’s chest not mine!” She gives me a level look.
“If I don’t tighten it your mother will be extremely cross with me.” I sigh heavily and grab the post at the end of my bed.
“Okay, do – f**k!” I yell at the top of my lungs. My breasts are practically spilling out of my top. “This is not good; I can’t wear this. Go down and tell mother.” She rushes down the hall to the stairs and she is back all too quickly.
Breathing heavily, “Your mother gave me the dirtiest look and Theia is coming to fetch you. She wants you there now.”
“Did you tell Theia what I look like?”
“Your mother said ‘good’,” Theia says walking in, startling both of us. “They are all waiting on you hurry up.”
I hike up my dress with one hand and press the other to my spilling breasts, trying to hold them in. I don’t bother with shoes I know no one will see my feet and I take off running down the hall. I have tucked in my senses, but the King’s darkness is still overwhelming. It’s indescribable, like a black abyss. Running down the stairs I feel my hair coming loose but don’t stop, I want to get this meet and greet over with. As I turn the corner to the stairs everyone is there. Mother’s irritated face becomes red at the sight of me, and Father looks like a frightened deer.
Charles is here and looking amused and surprised. All the while the King looks hungry.
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