The Tailor's Bride | Trenderman x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 | 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎

The most beautiful woman in the village: that's what the nobles promised.

The day was bright and warm as the bride sat in a warm room being prepped to meet her new husband. There wasn't any emotion on the woman's face, she just stayed still as light makeup was put on her face and her hair got pulled in different directions.

A slave woman by the name of (Y/n). That's who they took. As in, the man who began the conspiracy took his slave (who he himself has assaulted and taken advantage of) as a punishment for himself, to give to the tailor.

She remembered hearing him say "it's not like she meant much to me anyway. She'd be the perfect bride. She's quiet, obedient, and knows her place. The only bad part is that she never smiles."

It wasn't much longer till she was being put into a long A line light blue dress. The corset hugged her already thin waist and she began to feel ill. Starved and tired as the day began to come to an end.

Walking side by side to the man she used to call master, she quietly approached the man who she would now call husband. The thought of looking a man, who's purpose is to torment and abuse her, in the eye was horrible to her.

Though, when her head was tilted up, she saw no man, but a creature: one who rules. Sure, there's fairies, mages, and elves (like herself), but Slender's are a royal and rare breed.

He had no face, but was quite handsome. He was tall, very very tall. Most importantly, he was dressed professionally. A dark grey coat that went to his knees, a brown vest over a white button up, and long black pants with the darkest and shiniest pair of shoes she'd ever seen.

"Here she is, your majesty. Your new bride." The head of the nobles, (Y/n)'s former master proclaimed to the royal Tailor. "She can cook and clean, she's quiet and she's very obedient."

"And her name?"

"My name is (Y/n), your highness." The woman spoke up, giving her new husband a curtsy. The noble barked a laugh.

"Don't be insulting, (Y/n)! Call the man what he is." He laughed. (Y/n) nodded and bowed her head.

"My apologies, husband." She replied, closing her eyes so she didn't have to see her reflection in the shine of his shoes.

"Hm. Well then, all of you just need to write your letters to my brother and your apology will be accepted. Keep in mind that all letters will be read and if any of them are rude, we'll be returning the favor. Good day." He explained before taking his bride's hand and leading her back inside his home and shop.

(Y/n) entered the building before being sat at a table and listening to the grumbling of the man. He sounded annoyed as he tapped his long, white fingers on the counter of the small kitchen.

(Y/n) heard him grumble about the nobles arrogance and how karma would collect their pay. All she could do was close her eyes and pray. To who, she didn't know, and for what, she forgot the moment she opened her eyes.

"You should change, you must be able to move around if you'll be my wife and assistant." The man spoke, (Y/n) nodded and was handed a new set of clothes before the man walked off.

She went into another room and began to wonder. How were things going to go? Where were his servants and slaves? Where are the clothes and fabrics and string?

(Y/n) changed in that room; she felt puzzled and yet, she also felt relieved. She felt like she was free. Of course, she knew she wasn't, but she felt more free than she's felt since she was kidnapped.

Exiting the room, in the much lighter dress, (Y/n) returned to her husband and awaited his words with folded hands.

"Do you know anything about sewing?"

"Only enough to sew back together ripped fabric."

"Alright... then I'll have to teach you. For now, you'll be my receptionist and stay at the front desk." He rambled before motioning for her to follow him.

Her head bowed and she followed him into another room— or rather, another house. This was where all the clothes and fabrics were kept. Mannequins with dresses and suits littered at the front.

Trender turned on his heel and (Y/n) swiftly turned her head, her eyes squeezed shut. Did she... 'did she think I'd hit her?'

He stared at the woman: who hadn't held even the slightest injury on her flawless skin. So why would she flinch?

"You'll stay up here to speak with clients. If you ever need help just come find me." Trender explained, winding his wrist with a bored and rehearsed aura. "Now, come with me to the sizing room."

(Y/n) followed her husband up a spiraling staircase, the wood old and creaky but still strong enough to hold over 300lbs of walking flesh. She followed him to the second story: it was filled to the brim with more clothes and fabrics.

But also on that story was a door: the sizing room, as her husband called it. She chocked back her fear as Trender effortlessly untied the laces of her dress and loosened it before it slumped lifelessly. (Y/n) flushed, but she could only think to remind herself that he was a tailor, this was his norm.

"I'll make you some proper clothes, and while I do that, I'll teach you a bit." Trender said, in her ear, before pulling her dress back up and tying it once more. (Y/n) swallowed and nodded, the warmth of his hands on her skin bringing her goosebumps. "Make yourself comfortable, and I shall see you in a few hours."

She turned quickly on her heel as the man began to leave. She watched as he pulled out a pocket watch and panic filled her body. Never being left alone before, she feared abandonment: a punishment she hated. (Y/n) didn't mean to grab him, but she did and let go soon after.

"Wh-where are you going?" She stuttered, quickly avoiding his gaze, cheeks flushed, embarrassed. If she said she wasn't expecting to be hit, she'd be lying, but the sting in her skin never came.

The man simply glanced at his watch once more, before turning back to his new bride. Lifting her head, he saw the fear in her adverted eyes. If this woman truly was from a noble family, she wouldn't have such fear.

"I'm seeing my brothers for dinner. There's plenty of items in the kitchen to make yourself a meal and if not, I have a bag of coins for you on the counter to buy yourself food." He explained, though the noble had said she knew to cook, but perhaps he was just trying to sell her to him. "I truly apologize for my sudden leave, but I really must be going."

With that, her husband disappeared and she wasn't quite sure if he'd come back. But by the time morning came, she found herself beside him as he sketched, messily, in a pad.