Chapter Twelve
I'm going to kill Tamara.
Or the seamstress.
Or both of them.
Now I know why Tamara was sure to ask when exactly I was planning to leave for the Dragon Realm. Not that she would know when to be ready. No, so she could tell the head seamstress to prick and torture me beforehand.
I'm standing on a pedestal in just my underwear and the seamstress is taking great joy in prodding me in all sorts of uncomfortable places. I have no idea why she even needs to measure me. She has magic, for goodness sake. She probably takes great pleasure in pricking the future Queen with fixing pins. I have to keep a close grip on my magic, otherwise the seamstress might have already been set alight.
My first law as Queen will be something about the dress code. Specifically, the Queen can wear
