A Thousand Words

Marriage

Ayzel’s POV

When I woke up the first thing I realized was that my head seemed clearer, the room seemed to be air conditioned and my throat was dry. There was a slight fuzziness in my head but other than that I was ready to break the bars. I looked around…. There were no bars; a frown appeared on my face. I was in a bedroom, one like I had never seen before in my life. There was a balcony as well, the room was so big and clean, with pillows on the floor and windows which stretched from the floor to the ceiling, bright light shone in. Another thing was that I wasn’t alone in the room. The prince sat watching me from a safe distance on a chair. He seemed almost bored, I didn’t want to think how I had gotten here in this room- without walking…

“You’re quite light you know.” His words confirmed my suspicions. I wanted to murder someone and at the moment he was the only one here. He shot me a small smile. “Before you say anything, I advise you to change, a few maids will arrive, until then take a bath.”  Before I could shoot a few curses and colorful words at him, he’d left.

 I was glad to find myself in my own clothes, I pushed myself up, feeling a little light headed, my plan so far was to get myself clean.  It would help me think more clearly.  A small maid walked in, I stared at her. She handed me some clothes, I snorted and took what I needed.

“I’ve got my own thanks.”

The bathroom was huge, it seemed as if there was a mini swimming pool fitted inside, stretching from about 3 meters each side.

The warm water hitting me was an amazing feeling. Straight away my muscled loosened up and I relaxed. I enjoyed the privacy and space. So far the bathroom was my favorite room. At that moment I forgot about everything and enjoyed myself. Once I’d finished wearing my under garments I glanced around for my clothes, they’d vanished, there was only a long white almost vest thing which reached to my knees.  I choked, grabbing the bath towel and hurried to the room where the maid was waiting with some very royal looking clothes.

“Look sister, you do not want to mess with me right? Now hand me over my clothes.” The maid stared at me.

“Ma’am do you need any assistance?” She asked. I blinked, well that was new, I couldn’t remember the last time someone called me ma’am.

“No.” I snapped glancing around.  “You can’t force me to…” I stared at the new maid who stepped in. She towered above me, she looked almost like a man but it couldn’t be… she wore a dress. I squeaked the rest of the sentence, trying to still stand tall.

“Ma’am do you need help?” Why didn’t it seem like a question? I shook my head and lunged towards the door of the bathroom, but before I reached I was pulled back by a very very big hand. Before In had realized what was happening I was stood there in my under dress. A pale w, white dress which went up to my knees, I squeaked, outraged. I wasn’t the type of person who allowed something like this to happen but before I could continue with trying to murder everyone here, a dress was pulled on me; the dress was long and quite heavy to wear. It was a sort of pale, creamy colour but very plain. .

A few more maids entered the room carrying what looked to me like torture weapons. A bucket was placed behind me, my head was wrenched back and cold water smashed into it. I couldn’t hold the gasp that left my lips when the cold water hit me. Before I knew it my scalp was being pulled off. Well, at least that’s what it felt like. Someone was rubbing soap into my hair, someone else was taking care of my feet and there was another person who was taking care of my hands. A few girls mixed what looked like mud together in a bow. I felt pampered.

I tried to object again when cold stuff hit my face. I call it stuff because I don’t know what the hell it was. It felt slimy, cold almost mud like. To top it all off, it was being rubbed into my skin. A disgusted noise left my mouth, you had to go through this just to look decent? Makes me realize how fortunate I was to not care about my looks.