I looked at myself in the mirror as Alina brushed my hair. I could see a sad-looking girl with a forlorn expression and a hopeless soul. It was difficult to look at my reflection and see how unhappy I was. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and I vowed to stay strong and not let the low life of a prince woo me like one of his whores. I was determined to not fall for any of his tricks or attempts to charm me. I would not allow my heart to be deceived, and I would keep my guard up at all times. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a jarring thought. Once I become his wife, he's going to bed me. I realised with an icy jolt, feeling my heart plummet in my chest. Alina looked at me with a concerned expression. "Princess?" she said quietly, her eyebrows furrowed with worry. "You're not going to leave me, Alina, right?" I looked at Alina with a pleading look in my eyes, and she smiled reassuringly. "Of course, I will not leave you, princess. I will be by your side through all of this." When I heard her words, I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. Her steadfast loyalty and unconditional support meant the world to me.
As Alina finished brushing my hair, she helped me up from my chair and, along with another lady-in-waiting to take off my dress, to wear a new one for supper. Alina and the other lady in waiting took off my corset to change for a new one. The corset was tightly laced, and I immediately felt a sense of relief when they loosened the laces and took it off me. Now that the corset was removed, my bare bosoms were on full display. It didn't bother me that my breasts were exposed since it was something I was accustomed to as a princess. My bosoms are a blessing, as my mother often says. Many young ladies envy that I have a more pronounced chest than they do. It is a blessing to my mother, but it is a curse to me.
Alina tightens the corset on my back, and I can feel the laces being pulled hard to secure it in place. The corset is snug and constricting, causing it to bind my breasts tightly. "Too tight," I say in a whisper, and Alina loosens the corset slightly, only a fraction, so that it is not so tight. The relief is instant; a flood of sensation washes over my body, and I sigh deeply in gratitude. " better,"
The dress is light green, with a square neckline that highlights my curves and my slender neck. It is fitted to my body and accentuates my figure, showing off my curves in a subtle and graceful way. The dress is made from soft, lightweight fabric that flows effortlessly around my body, making me feel like a butterfly in the wind. The dress fits perfectly and is flattering to my figure, fitting like a glove. The maids of honour help me arrange the final touches of my outfit. They put on my heels, which are embellished with small silver beads and are the perfect height for my frame. They also placed a few accessories on my wrist, including a simple bracelet and a small ring. My hairdo is styled into a soft, elegant updo with a few loose strands that frame my face. All the elements of my outfit come together to create a beautiful whole.
I got the news this afternoon that the king and queen of Zorro had invited us to join them for supper as a celebration for the upcoming betrothal and union. King Harold II and Queen Victoria were the rulers of the Zorro kingdom, our neighbouring nation, and our closest allies. The kingdom of Zorro was a prosperous region full of natural beauty and wealth. The lands were fertile and the people were kind, and our two kingdoms shared a long history of mutual respect and friendship. Prince William was the only son of the Zorro royals, which made this event a very significant one. The union of our two kingdoms was not only important for political reasons but also because of the cultural and economic ties that were established over the years. Prince William being the sole male heir made this union even more important, as he was expected to take the throne and carry the lineage of the Zorro Kingdom. The Zorro royals may have also seen this as an opportunity to rid themselves of their troublesome son by marrying him off to me. It would be a life of misery and suffering that I could not even begin to fathom.
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A Song of Roses
Historical FictionIn the year 1788, 19 year old Princess Anna Rios has been arranged by her parents to marry a prince from a neighboring kingdom, Prince William Villefort. She knows he has a bad reputation, being arrogant and womanizing, but her parents refuse to con...