Glass Magic

Chapter 37

      Biting my lip I held in my laughter as dad just glanced at him, wincing at the sight, having been on the receiving end of her obsession before. He glared at me, looking way prettier than me as well. She was as skillful as always, his face that of the most beautiful noblewoman there ever was, his hair gorgeously styled and the hideously over the top dress making him look like a princess.

         "I will have my revenge," He said with frosty eyes while I smirked, fixing my hip harness. Mom sighing as she looked at me disappointed.

       "Are you sure you have to wear that sweetie? We still have the time to-"

      "Sorry mom but I really do have to wear this," I grinned tightening the other thigh without looking up form the leather.

       "I guess I'll just have to settle with makeup and hair," She sighed, her hand on her cheek while I stilled, looking up horrified. Dad immediately looking away to collect the materials I had already put in a pile. Unwilling to save me. Felix just grinned flicking open his fan to bat his eyes at me.

        "It's that lovely, you get to be just as pretty,"

         I regret a few things in my life. Opening my mouth being the biggest thing. Felix was grinning like a fool while I glared at him. I looked nice. Pretty. But my face felt like it was going to fall off. My hair in a beautifully styled bun that had been a very long and painful process and even words I was going to have to scalp myself to get it out. It was always the process that was the worst. The aftermath a close second.

         "Have your legs gotten bigger?" Mom hummed popping my thigh, "They have! You've finally got some muscle on you!" She grinned but my deadpanned expression had her clearing her throat. "Anyway, I was going to put a corset on you too-" Kill me "But you seemed to have slimmed down quite a bit, I bet your cousin's jealous of how small your waist is,"

       We both looked at him, his face flat and unforgiving. I didn't doubt that he was jealous of it, but definitely not for the reason she thinks. If his waist was my size then he wouldn't have to suffer the corset. Something no one should have to endure.

      "Alright, the carriage is all packed I'll fetch the horses and we can leave,"

      "Aw! Wait, dad, I've got something better," I stopped him with a smile, he unconsciously pulled a distasteful face at the sight of mine making me snicker as I got out. He always said I looked like a doll but when my mother got a hold of me it got creepily accurate. Image a doll walking around your house in the middle of the night. That was most of my childhood for him.

       "We have fine and impressive steeds, dear, I doubt you have- OH FOR THE LOVE OF THE STARS!" He screamed falling on his behind while the dragon that has been following me around silently appeared, my attention on the carriage that would be too small for it to pull. Flying in would definitely put us higher than the rest.

       "Well, the brutes have angel dragons so steeds won't really get us far..." I hummed placing my hands on my hips as a large extravagant carriage started to manifest in front of me. A beautiful opalite carriage in front of me in a matter of seconds, the sun bouncing off it gracefully shifting the colors. The family crest pressed into the sides of the doors with a milky white, a gentle contrast between the colors.

      Dutch angel dragons were bred for human nobility, they were about the size of horses and heavily resembled the animals but still looked close enough to that of the dragon that it showed one's social rank and family power. I had seen a few but never been a fan of being around the unruly bunch. They were better with people. Not good.

        "But I... I just packed the carriage..." He whined while I glanced at him, tossing a few marbles while I turned to make sure the carriage wouldn't shatter. "SWEET SUGAR PLUM!" Glancing at him as he recoiled from the puppets I raised a brow, mom and Felix were able to show their shock in silence but he was screaming ridiculous things.

      "You said you didn't want to pack it," I shrugged inspecting the carriage. Reinforcing the places that needed it I made sure to add some fine details here and there. Satisfied as it was properly packed.

       "What... What are you doing dear?" Mom asked looking at the carriage with sparkling eyes, thrilled to stand out even more.

         "Well, a princess needs a carriage," I smirked, the awe on his face shifting to a hate filled glare.

        "Princess? I'm a queen bitch," He said flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder while he fanned himself with the white fan in his hand. Sighing as my teasing backfired I brushed my fingers over the side of the dragon, the carriage growing to attach to it.

        "You know, it's no fun if you through the spite back right?"

        "Why do you think I do it?"