The Tale of Cara, the Tenth Divine

Chapter 29

 Chapter 29

Three years after Cara purchased the mansion in Anvil.

"Kintyra, you have to hold still if they're going to make sure it fits right. I'm sure it's hard enough to measure clothes for a ten-year-old little girl without her squirming around so much," Rigmor said as she eyed her daughter, who stood on a small platform in the office of Yvonne, the tailor who the royal family opted to use to make all their regal looking garb.

"Sorry, Mom," Kintyra muttered as she again held her position, the woman resuming taking measurements.

"Thank you, Highness," Yvonne said to the princess after she held still for her once more. She took her tape measure and ran it around the princess's waist before leaning over to a nearby stand to jot down that measurement and then moved up to her chest to do repeat the action.

"it's just... why can't they just guess at what size I am?" Kintyra asked as the woman took another chest measurement, just below the young lady's arms.

"Well, that would work if everyone was made the same, dear. Nothing comes in 'princess' size or 'high queen' size," Rigmor said with a grin.

"Or 'Empress' size," Yvonne added with a cordial smile.

"Yeah, I guess so. You'd need a bigger tape to measure around Mom's chest, huh?" Kintyra asked with a smirk, spurring Rigmor to laugh.

"I... shouldn't say, Highness... especially without the Empress here."

"Oh, go ahead. You know she's... endowed," Rigmor commented.

"Well... it is challenging, trying to put enough fabric around her chest and then have it taper down so much for her small waist. The Empress is in amazing physical condition, and her chest is..." Yvonne began, searching for a proper word to use.

"I'll say it. Cara has huge boobs. They're really impressive when you think of how small she is. I mean, she's the same height as Kintyra," Rigmor said with a smirk.

"I... yes, your Highness," Yvonne admitted in agreement.

"Hey, what about the other stuff? Does that make it hard too?" Kintyra asked.

"Highness?" Yvonne asked, not understanding the question.

"I mean, Mom has a tail and wings. Doesn't that make it hard too?"

"Normally not so much for her tail. I simply sew in an opening into whatever outfit I create for her for her tail to pass through, the same as I have for my khajit customers in the past. That's simple. The wings do present another problem. If it's a dress, or something she can step into, it's not so bad. I can leave a gap large enough to allow them to be maneuvered around, since where they attach to her back isn't so wide. Then, I can have the garment fasten above where they are and it solves the problem. With robes or something that needs to slip over her head, it's quite a challenge. I had a near disaster in here the last time she was here trying on an outfit I had created for her," Yvonne explained.

"Oh, do tell," Rigmor requested.

"I... very well. I had made for her a chemise top that she wanted, but she wanted it out of some silk I had. It was a very pretty design, and it would have looked gorgeous on her. The Empress is a very beautiful woman. The problem is that I had to leave out a lot of fabric to leave room for her wings to protrude through it, and then there was the issue of her Highness's large bust. The fabric... didn't survive the fitting."

"What?! What do you mean that it 'didn't survive'?" Rigmor asked with a growing smile.

"She put it on, and she inhaled and the fabric split open, revealing her... chest. I thought she'd be upset, but she laughed. She said that she'd wish for me to try again, with perhaps a bit sturdier material. We chose another silk, and I'm finishing the garment this afternoon."