My Promise to My Four King Mates

The Sun - Dinner invitation

I exited the bathroom with caution, unsure if Cyro was still in the room or not. I slowly push the door open and take a good look around the bedroom, only to find it empty. I step in, wrapping the towel a bit tighter around my body and breathing in the perfume that was still everywhere in the room. This was definitely his room. Everything here smelled like him and now that I think of him, the bed I lay in was his. The thought makes my stomach turn and fill with butterflies as if I had just swallowed them all and they were trying to escape. I wrap my arms around myself while my cheeks tint because of the same damn thought and I try to find something else to focus my mind on.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning, consuming the wood and bathing the whole room in a warm light that was taken out of a fairytale setting. The bedroom was gigantic, you could throw a dance party in here and have enough room to have a buffet too.

Why would someone need such a big bedroom? My bare feet step on the hardwood floors with caution and I take a look around me as if I had not seen the room before. There were candles all over the room, waiting to be lit, all untouched as if they were never needed. The truth was, I did not feel the need for more light in the room either. The light from the giant moon outside was enough along with the lovely fire that danced to a rhythm of its own.

On the bed, a dress was laid out. A fiery shade of red that instantly makes me think of him. It was a lovely princess dress with a flowing skirt and a corseted top, off the shoulder sleeves and wonderful golden embroidery, and honestly, as lovely as it was, I wanted nothing to do with it! It's absolutely gorgeous but I will not just wear something someone picks for me!

I march right into the bathroom and pull on the oversized bathrobe, tying it securely at my waist and drying my hair with the towel, before braiding it comfortably, so it would dry and curl without heat. When I walk out of the bathroom, the door of the room is opened and Lastier awaits for me.

"Oh!" he exclaims when he sees me in the bathrobe. "Did I not give you enough time to get ready?! My apologies, I will-"

"No! No! It was plenty of time, I just-" my shoulders shrug slowly and I offer him a silly smirk. "this is what I'm wearing." I say with a hint of proudness and the man seems utterly confused as he blinks slowly, scanning my attire.

"But that's-" he paused and the confusion on his face disappeared, replaced by the stupid realization of me being a complete and utter brat. "My lady, you can't show up to dinner wearing his bathrobe-" he stepped in and closed the door behind him, a mischievous smile spread on his lips.

"I can't? Why not?!" I defended myself, narrowing my brows at him. "It fits me perfectly-"

"My lady-" Lastier shook his head gently as he walked over to the closet and opened it, shuffling through it slowly. "If you truly want to scramble Masters' Ryu brain, you need to think smarter than that." he chuckled and pulled out a black, short satin dress.

"Why is that there?" I narrowed my brows again, a bit confused, and amused that Cyro had dresses in his bedroom.

Lastier pauses, unsure what to tell me as I walked closer to take a look at the dress he was offering me. I take it from him and fit it on my body, trying to see if it was my measurements. It would fit perfectly and I looked up at Lastier, still waiting for an explanation.

"This is not something I should talk about, my lady. I am sure Master Ryu will explain himself if given the opportunity." the older man smiled gently and gestured for me to go ahead and get changed, before walking away slowly.

"Lastier-" I spoke again and the man stopped, turning to look at me. "I need underwear." I said, my cheeks tinting red once again.

The man's eyes blew up and he seemed to panic for a second. I'm sure he wished to send someone else to deal with me right now, because he looked like he was going to toss himself off the balcony.

He coughs lightly.

"You will find all you need in there-" he gestured softly to the still open closet. "I will be back in ten minutes. I do hope that is enough to get ready." He turned on his heels with a short bow of hsi head and walked out of the room without another word, leaving me to myself.

i follow him with my eyes and when I am alone again, I face the wardrobe and search it with my eyes. There were plenty of clothes that all seemed to belong to a woman. A woman who deeply adored dark shades, like black, dark blue and dark green. I reach in and start to feel the materials of the different dresses and before I ask any other questions, my hand lands on a soft velvety dress. I pull it out. A dark crimson colored velvet, a short dress, with puffy sleeves, a bare back laced with thin ribbons and a flowing skirt. It was a generous cleavage but it definitely looked more comfortable than what the men had offered me. Strangely enough, It was my size too.

Whose wardrobe was this? Whose clothes was I stealing?

I strip the bathrobe and set it away, pulling on the dress and tying the ribbons on the back, fastening the top comfortably around my body. I pull out a pair of panties and pull those on too, before finding a pair of crimson flats and adding those to my outfit too.

I reach up and unbraid my hair, letting it flow on my bare back, making sure to fix any of the stray hair that started to dry.