Summer Camp

Chapter Eighty Eight

My friends don't walk they run                                                                                                                          Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun                                                                                                                 Popping, Popping balloons with Guns                                                                                                               Getting high off helium                                                                                                                                                     We pain white roses red                                                                                                                                                   Each shade from a different persons head                                                                                                         This dream, dream is a killer                                                                                                                             Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar                                                                                                                            I'm peeling the skin off my face

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*Alex's POV* 

     The castle was crazy for the next week. People ran around scattered, and everyone was busy all of the time. This was good for me, less eyes were watching me as people focused on their assigned tasks.

    I didn't realized how important it was that the King's family was coming, but as I saw the elaborate setup beginning to take place, I could see the importance of the meeting. I was brought to the sewing room many times, being measured and fit in dresses for hours. It seemed like a whole new wardrobe was being created, but in reality they made me two dresses per day that the King's family would be visiting, plus a few extra. Each time one dress was finished I would try on the dress and be amazed. Every time a dress was tried on it was more beautiful and extravagant than the last. 

      Once I left from my dress fittings, I was almost always led up to the King. He sat in the big gathering room, in a large golden throne. A thinner, but more beautiful throne was set next him, and it was obviously for me, with a by A made of metal near the top. I would sit, and the King would place his hand on my thigh, sometimes he would even have me sit in his lap. He would hold me against him, and trap me in his embrace with no means of escape. This would have once scared me, but it know felt normal. Someday when I was left in my room alone, I would even welcome his touch. 

"This is the final dress deary," said the nice old lady. She held part of the dress with four others trailing her. I couldn't see the dress because it was in a garment bag, but it was obviously the most important of the group. It was insanely long,  the fur people holding it weren't even enough to keep the bag off the ground, as the end still dragged on the floor. 

"What," I gasped, looking at the insanity. The King didn't tell me about anything important, but there had to be something happening. The ladies made me turn around, and I did without question. 

     I heard the zipper of the garment bag being opened, and my heart started to beat faster than normal. 

"Turn around," said the old lady, and I did. 

"Oh my god," I said, fear coursing through me. 

      The dress was big and elegant to say the least. It was completely white, a full length dress with lace. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, but thin lace was over top, going to where my neck would be, and down in a three - fourths sleeve. The fall skirt had a lace overlay, like most of the dress. It was gorgeous and fitted to my bust and stomach, before falling down beautifully.