Groaning in discomfort, shifting in my seat as I tried loosing up my waistband. “Your Highness!” You Rina scolded me again, snapping my gaze to the child—sitting across from me in our carriage. Her gaze narrowed on me, I pouted my lips and sat back in the stiff seating.
By stiff seating, I mean back straight, shoulders back, chest out and head high. However, I had layered with clothing just like my “wedding day”. Luckily, there was no Imperial Court coat on, but layers of skirts under my dress were unbelievable, and several waistbands wrapped around my waist. “How long do I have to wear this?” I groaned, slowly lifting my hand to my heavy wig.
“Until we reach our destination,” You Rina muttered. “And don’t touch your hair.”
“You try wearing this wig the whole day.”
She shook her head
