Imperfect Queen

When reality strikes you

When Agatha woke up the next day, she realized she had never had such a comfortable night of sleep. Sure, being here was terrible in almost every way, but she never had a bed as big and cozy as this. Agatha's eye vision then cleared as she examined her room again. It hit her how much her life changed, adjusting from poor to luxury.

Shortly after Agatha woke up, someone knocked on her door.

"Come in," Agatha said sleepily, as Arietta and Nerida came in, dressed in a different uniform from the previous day. It was the same white shirt and same brown vest, but with a long, dark blue skirt.

"Good morning! I know you probably were expecting us a bit later, but we need to get you dressed quickly," Arietta said in her chirpy tone, peering around her room for the wardrobe.

"Are you always this cheerful?" Agatha asked, yawning, as Arietta offered her a smile.

"Usually," Agatha cringed at the bubbliness. It must have been about six in the morning, so how could Arietta be so awake?

"Arietta, go get her something, I'll do her hair meanwhile," Nerida ordered, Arietta hurrying to the almost empty closet as Nerida sat Agatha in the same spot as yesterday and started combing her hair, with Agatha complained a little bit less today.

"I hate to tell you this, but I think you will need to start growing out your hair," Nerida commented, Agatha made a sour expression.

"Why is that?" Agatha asked, having short hair was so convenient! It rarely got in her face, combing it was quick and she never could do anything to it!

"Well, when women get married they usually should wear their hair up, besides, it is said that the shorter the hair, the lower the class. Not that I think that, of course, but you know how royalty is," Nerida explained, and she even she rolled her eyes at that last part, which was very unlike her nature.

"I was middle class last month, besides, it has actually gotten longer," Agatha replied. Royalty couldn't possibly be any nosier, and who came up with hair thing anyways?

Nerida then started her makeup. She started applying a kind of white powder on Agatha's face, which earned the sarcastic remark of: "Do I really need to be paler?" Nerida sighed in exasperation, but before she said anything, Agatha replied: "Royalty?"

"The paler a woman's face is, the richer she is," Arietta chirped in, holding a purple dress. Agatha snorted. "If you are paler, it means that you stay inside and don't have to work in the sun because you would be wealthy.

"Then I am a filthy, rich woman, according to that," Agatha mumbled. Where did people get this idea? What was next?

Nerida then proceeded to apply lipstick, which was a deep shade of red, in perfect contrast to Agatha's face complexion. Nerida finished quickly, and then Arietta went ahead and helped her with the dress she had picked out. It was a violet dress, an A-line skirt, it had a golden sash around the waist, and its sleeves were made out of tulle, while the skirt was made of something like silk. It was simple but elegant, without too many frilly laces and such, so Agatha decided it was okay. It also had lilac lace in the sleeves.

Arietta followed the same procedure of tying it at the back, only that this time Agatha could actually breathe.

Arietta and Nerida stepped back to see how Agatha looked, Arietta put her thumbs up, while Nerida smiled approvingly. Agatha looked at her reflection in the mirror, and she was mostly focused in her face. The powder Nerida used hid certain blemishes, and like it was such a white powder, Agatha's skin looked like porcelain.

"Well, what do you think?" Nerida asked curiously.

Agatha blinked at the mirror. She was so unused to this, so unused to having her hair washed (and still growing) and not being dirty and greasy, not wearing black or grey, and being in a palace. Camelot's palace, to be exact.