Dragon Reincarnated (Working title)

Wait, Am I Actually OP?

It turned out that being fitted for clothing was far more hassle than I ever could have imagined. How these people got by without mass produced, garbage, Walmart cloths was beyond me. Mind you, the quality of the cute but functional dress and corset I was currently wearing was far better than any big box store could come up with. But having to wait an hour for the palace's very skilled seamstresses to poke and pin it to my size was a drag. 

"Can we be done yet?" I sighed, standing on a small wooden step the women had brought with them. Becoming a dragon, I had noticed that I had become both vain and impatient.

The woman kneeling at my feet, finishing up a stich, glared up at me. "No." She said firmly. I glared back but it did not seem that the ire of a dragon did much to move this elderly shrew at all.

The head seamstress was nearly ancient in years and her proficiency echoed the decades she had sunk into her art. No doubt it was also those many years dealing with egotistical nobles that also allowed her to be so firm and fearless before a dragon as well. Even if that dragon currently looked like a petite teen with big, round green eyes and a set of bone white horns growing out of her head.

I had to admit that, even in this less than ideal human form, I looked quite fetching. Bot adorable and dignified...

"At least you are having fun looking at yourself." Chuckled Leon.

I glared over my shoulder though the reflection in the tall mirror before me at the prince. He and Loric had be allowed back in once I was 'presentable', and were currently enjoying a mid morning cup of tea while waiting for the Shrew to finish her delicate and immaculate work. They seemed to be taking great pleasure in my ever growing inpatients, and the fact that the seamstress was not bending to my will at all. They may as well have been sitting back their eating popcorn, how much entertainment my suffering was bringing them.

"Who wouldn't have fun looking at me." I retorted, daring the prince to argue.

"Fair point." He said, not looking nervous as I had expected. Instead he just looked happy and relaxed. "Even in such a lowly form you radiate the poise and glory that only the race of dragons dare possess."

I narrowed my eyes at his blatant flattery. I wanted to snap at him again that it wouldn't work on me... but it kind of did. So I simply resorted to a derisive snort, ignoring his satisfied expression and returning to examining the reflection of my artfully placed pink scales. Both men chuckled behind me, while the lesser seamstresses smiled off to the side where the Shrew had sent them once they were no longer needed. Of course, the woman herself made no comment what so ever, solely focused on the job at hand. I could appreciate that at least.

"I am looking forward to seeing this town, especially now that I can fit through doorways." I glared down at the irritating flared skirts the Shrew was putting the final touches on. "Theoretically, at least."

At that she actually looked up at me, glasses half down her sharp nose and steely eyes narrowed aggressively. "Woman have been getting in and out of door ways for generations in these skirts. I am sure you will manage." She stated, the most she had said in a level voice all day.

"One would think it was about time for some innovations in fashion then." I huffed, crossing my arms and causing the pretty dress to move, irking the woman at my feet.

"One can not expect a dragon to appreciate human fashion when they, themselves, are already clad in the finest of garments." Piped up the prince once again.

"Do they teach senseless flattery at this dragon academy of yours?" I asked, glaring at his blue eyed face once again, not really irritated. More exasperated than anything. "You do know that excessive flattery just sounds fake don't you?"