Choi Misun, the only heir to her father's throne, was a regular teenage girl who was born with high position. She liked to be with her friends, go on walks and read romance novels. She also had many duties as a princess, one of them being to find a...
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Choi Misun
"You need to learn what colors suit you. This miss-match of colors that you wear all the time could cause you looking horrible at some occasion and we wouldn't want that." my mother went on and on with degrading me and my fashion sense.
We were now on our way to the tailor's. It was about three o'clock in the evening. I wanted to go before lunch and it was the better option because my father had some duties to do at that time so we could have been out of his way but my mother could not do anything in the way that I suggest so here we are.
The worst thing about being alone with my mother is that she does not hold herself back from speaking up her opinions about me. We have been in this carriage for five minutes, however, she has managed to talk to me about my distaste towards some men, my appearance and my fashion sense. She is not a big supporter of the long sleeves that I wear a lot.
It was remarkably humorous because almost all of my dresses have longer sleeves except for few lighter ones. I was wearing one as we were sitting next to each other.
The dress was kind of simple yet not at the same time. It was in the color of dark green, with a heart neckline that made a little bit of my cleavage be seen. It had see-through straps and over both of my arms was a curtain-like sleeve going down to my knees at the front while the back was longer with them being tied together on my neck. My hands weren't tucked into those sleeves because of its design but I prefer to call tham that because of the see through green material. There were little silver details on the top part and the edges of my sleeves. In my opinion this dress looks absolutley beautiful, but my mom has different thoughts.
"You look like an easy girl in the dress that you are wearing right now. Are you thinking of finding a man in the streets of the city?" she accused me. My head turned fastly towards her direction as she suggested that I am a whore without actually saying it with her whole mouth. I am sure that she will call me that with a strong and angry voice one day. It almost happened many times before.
"No, I am not, mother. I simply wear what I like rather than what I am supposed to wear. Besides, have also worn necklines like this in the past, yet I have never insisted on calling you a whore, mother. It's just a little bit of cleavage." I threw back at her.
"Have some respect for your mother and a queen, young lady." My mother warned me with a stern voice.
"I have my fair share of respect for you, mother. Unless you start showing me at least the equal amount like I do to you right now then I won't show the full side of my respect." I informed her about my intentions and that seemed to silence her as she didn't speak another word until we arrived at the tailor shop.
She might be the queen now but I am the future queen by blood. She married her title while I was born into it. I deserve as much respect as she does no matter if she is my mother or not.
