Dragon's Breath

An Unfortunate Wake

Welcome to the ride ;) A lil short but I'm trying here.

POV Nyra

    Sunlight. Something so beautiful yet so simple. Untouchable, yet it flows its warmth to you like a caress from a downy feather. Said sunlight calls to me as I start to hear voices, waking me from my warm slumber. Peeking open an eye, I see that the heavy curtains are fully drawn. 
 
  Slipping further under the duvet, I try to block out the many voices coming from outside the large door leading to the hall. I barely have time to rub my eyes clear of sleep before a loud knock echoes throughout the room. 

    “Princess, are you awake? We need to get you ready for breakfast. Your mother has an announcement for you and wishes for you to not be late!” A frantic voice calls out from behind the door. I sigh and sit up from my warm bed. I groan quietly before answering. “Yes, I am awake. You may come in.”
 
   A loud exhale of relief can be heard from one of the persons at the door. With a groan, the door opens as its ancient hinges protest the sudden movement. A burly woman with deep red-colored cheeks pushes her way through the doorway, her face pulling into scowl as she tuts at my messy hair. “This is absolutely unacceptable, Princess Nyra."

   More women pour into the room baring new faces, mother must not want me to have anyone familiar. The short woman's harsh voice calls again. "You must get up at once so I can tame that nest you call hair.” 
 
  Narrowing my eyes at her tone, I place my feet on the cold floor, quite disliking the feeling of it. I am quickly ushered into my bathing chambers by many hands, while some of the other ladies draw my bath with waiting buckets. 
 
  “Quickly now miss, arms up. ‘Tis not in our favor to keep your mother waiting.” One of the smaller women squeaked. I lift my arms, preparing to be tugged on and spun until I meet the standard of perfection.
 
  I’m drawn out of my thoughts by a splash as one of the maids almost spills the water bucket for rinsing my hair. Slipping down into the water, I shiver as the fire underneath the basin has not yet heated the water completely.
  
  The maids are flitting around me, each doing something to my body. The bucket of water is slowly poured onto my head and a comb roughly pulled through my tangled mass of chestnut locks. I try not to wince as my hair is brought up and pinned into place, almost tower-like in appearance. 
 
  As I am pulled into my undergarments, I see one of the maids bring out a white crinoline. I lift my arms yet again, and the cage is pushed over my head, settling at my hips. A modest silver gown with long sleeves and a deep set back is brought to me by one of the women, and is slipped over my body.  
   
    Decorated at the waist with blue, droplet-shaped gems, I find it to be rather beautiful. Many hands straighten out the folds of the dress, tightening the strings in the back to an almost painful fashion. 
 
  I take a deep breath as my bosom feels cramped. The grumpy maid from earlier has a smile on her face as she looks me over. "This will do nicely. Now, slip on your shoes and you will go and see the queen." 

    I cannot help but wonder whatever is the rush. Mother never calls for me this early, it must be extremely important. I hope it is not something overly dramatic, the stress of her is bad for my health. 

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