The Kings Sibyl

Chapter five

The clothes piled on my bed were picked up a few moments after He had left. His parting words had been orders for me to meet him before dinner in my most appropriate gown. The eye roll I gave in response wasn't appreciated.
Allison appeared in my room an hour before dinner and set to work on my hair.
I studied her in the mirror. She had styled her blonde hair perfectly, pulling it back in a tight pony held by a silver tie. Her high cheekbones made her look fierce, while her large brown eyes gave her a soft appearance. The maid uniform she wore consisted of a dark ugly brown dress, tied with a black sash around the middle.
"My lady, what troubles you?" Allison questioned as she pinned a piece of red curls in place.
"Nothing." I grumbled. Seeing Allison in the maids uniform had dulled my mood. She had never been forced to wear such things at home, I had ordered her to be treated as an equal. I'd be damned if she was treated any different here. With that thought, I waited until Allison had finished with my hair to rip her dress off.
"Sweet gods! Are you mad, miss?!" She had shrieked as the dress tore into two pieces before falling from her body. She had been quick to cover her breasts, a deep blush settling in from her cheeks and spreading down her chest.
"Hardly. Now, please explain to me why you're wearing this, when I had perfectly good clothes of mine gifted to you today?" I frowned, glaring at the woman who had become my best friend over the years.
"I was told to wear my maids uniform, since that's what I am."
"By who? I shall sever their tongues from their heads." As Allison stood, naked as the day she was born, I searched through the closet until I found the perfect dress.
"I cannot wear that, ma'am. That was a gift from your father-"
"I know damn well what it was. Now, it's another gift of mine to you, until I can get us to the market to buy your own things." I tossed the dark green fabric on the bed with a smile and ordered Allison to put it on.
"The king wants you in a dress that suits a sorceress, ma'am. He wants to show the kingdom what he's 'gained'".
"Ah, he wants me to be his show pony. Very well, do you think I should obey, dear friend?"
Allison giggled and turned so that I could tie her corset. "I believe we don't have a choice."
With a deep aggravated sigh I allowed Allison to help me dress. In the end, she chose a light blue two piece, that bared my stomach, the golden bar adorning my belly button glistened for all to see. The top consisted of a translucent material, fake flowers sewn in to cover my breasts in a fashionable way connecting to blue ribbons along the back. The skirt, stopped at mid thigh in the front and side before sweeping to the floor on the other. The material was soft, almost silk and made my legs prickle as it swept against them.
"You look wonderful."
I glanced up, my heart racing at his sudden nearness. "I hadn't heard you come in." I mumbled as Allison placed the gold and blue jewelry on my arms and fingers. I had spent only a few moments on my makeup, creating the perfect cats eye with my coal pencil.
"I quite enjoy being able to surprise you." He smiled. For the first time in... well ever.. I felt my heart flutter and my stomach turn. He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. I looked up and up, my short body once again forcing me to have to crane my neck to be acknowledged. He stood tall, his back straight. His bare chest was finely sculpted with muscle upon muscle. His arms, seemed to be three times the size of my small ones, and his legs were just as ginormous. If he wanted, he could crush me in a second. However, that didn't deter me from craning my neck to get a look at his expression. Thick lashes surrounded velvet purple eyes, set in a sharp angular face. A thick layer of hair had been perfectly trimmed to just fit along his jaw, enhancing his already strong jawline. I noticed the smile spreading across his lips, his teeth shining in the light. Elongated canines caught my attention and I shivered. Oh, what he could do with those teeth. His blond hair hung just past his shoulders in neat waves, giving him a regal look that was complimented by his tight, dark clothing.
"Are you done staring?"
"Quite." I muttered before I turned around and flicked my fingers. The hairbrush on the vanity rose and began brushing his hair.
"Woman, put this damned brush down before I break it." He growled.