BLOOD BOUNDED - THE MOONLIGHT - Eng - Castlevania Lords of Shadow (fanfic) PIII

Chapter 87

Refreshed by the bath, Marie adjusted the robe she used to get out of the glamorous bathtub, which she had not yet gotten used to, and crossed the vast gold-ornamented space with the intention of grooming herself. As if it were not already ostentatious enough, compared to the humble but comfortable room that her husband and she used to share in their home, the maids had given themselves the task of "modernizing" the spaces they inhabited with these new artifacts, such as the one that magically heated the water or the other that dried her hair, for example. Although they maintained the original design of the castle rooms with their son's regressive magic.

And the truth is that they were doing a good job. Suddenly Marie was having access to all of her feminine gadgets that they got in the human world using lovely tableware, similar to the one she once used. Her wardrobe was full, its shelves ready for the routine she was getting, and she was enjoying the refreshing result.

Oh, and she had also tried the one that played the music she ordered, and the one that allowed her to talk to whoever she wanted even if it wasn't near her.

Her fascination grew the more she experimented.

That's how she finished applying all of her lotions and drying her hair with the air-expelling brush. She turned it off and placed it on the colorful marble to fix the dark locks in front of the mirror. Her blush still covered her and every inch of her looked radiant under the light of the chandeliers.

Was this the way her husband looked at her?

She smiled, thinking of the way their lives were falling back into place, like two pieces created to complete a design, no matter the wear and tear of time.

As if they had never been cruelly separated.

She stood up and headed to the bedroom, where she forced herself to stop in front of the double doors of her oldest enemy. She huffed deeply before opening them wide.

Well, which one might be appropriate?

Discarding one dress after another on the padded chair, and then on the bed, she began to run out of options. Too dressy, too casual, too scandalous, too... what is this supposed to be? And this...could she wear something like this?

She had become accustomed to young girls wearing clothes that she had initially considered daring, but that she had eventually learned how comfortable they were. At least while she was surrounded by those she knew, even under the scrutiny of her husband, who watched her every new look with interest. Interest that he later showed in privacy.

And her stupid smile had no intention of disappearing from her heated face, as she passed between those dresses that she had already worn just before burning moments... Which in fact she didn't find appropriate for now either.

Frustrated, she sank onto the mattress and, huffing, she turned her gaze to the one who had been her favorite while she was alive, resting on one of the arms of the couch. In another time, she would have gone to that one without thinking, but according to the maids, no one wore those designs anymore, unless it was in a "cosplay," was that how it said? In any case, her husband, in the present as well as in the past, had taken care to provide her with the most charming and quality things available to her, only these days he seemed to have made a kind of alliance with them to adapt to the new era. As a result: she had more than enough to choose from and at the same time no security when she had to choose on her own.

She could call them, as always, but that insecurity couldn't last forever, could it? She would have to learn somehow.

When she had first reviewed such panorama, she had turned to her companion with an exhale: