Missing: A Throne of Glass fanfic

Chapter 5

12 almost 13 years old

"You would like Princess Lyria's to be a reddish orange color like fire, correct?" the seamstress asks. "Yes" I reply. "Then Princess Nehemia's will be a silverish blue correct?" the seamstress asks. I nod. "So because Princess Nehemia's is imitating ice, I'm going to be making it out of a stiffer material, if that's ok." the lady quickly adds. "No, that's perfect." I say, looking at her sketch of Nehemia's dress.

"Then Princess Lyria's will be a lovely flowing material."

"They're absolutely stunning." I comment. "Thank you your highness." The lady replies. "I'll have them ready in a week. Then you can bring the Princesses in and I'll have them try the dresses on." I nod, thank the woman, and she leaves.

"Hey Mom." Nehemia's voice drifts into the room. "Hi sweetie." I reply. "What are you doing?" Lyria says from Nehemia's side. "You have a birthday coming up." I say, a sly smile on my face. Lyria groans. "C'mon Mom!" She complains. I shake my head. "Please?" Nehemia asks sweetly. "Fine." I say. "There's a story to tell here."

"The day before your father disappeared, he had a well, he thought it was brilliant I thought it was dumb, idea. If we had a daughter with his powers, on her thirteenth birthday, we would have a dress that looked like fire made especially for her. The opposite for a daughter with my powers." Nehemia nods. "So that's why you had Ms. Greenwood measure us again. To make sure the dresses fit right." Nehemia says thoughtfully. I nod.

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"I don't know about this Mom." Lyria comments, looking in a mirror. "You look amazing Lia." Nehemia encourages. Lyria shrugs. She spins slowly in a circle. "I like the way it looks and all, I'm not sure about the straps though." Lyria replies thoughtfully. "It's only for tomorrow night." I say. Lyria nods. "Alright." Lyria sighs. "But only for one night!" She says, grinning. I smile back. "Alright, alright, How 'bout afterwards, then we have a little fire." Lyria pumps her fist and Nehemia says, "That would be so much fun."

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"When are they coming down?" Aedion asks impatiently. "Just wait." I reply. At that moment, as if the twins could hear Aedion's question, the two stepped on to the stairs. "Damn." Manon says. "Hard to believe they're related to Aelin." Aedion jokes, receiving a glare from me. "Come on!" He says. I roll my eyes. "Well?" Nehemia asks when she reaches the last step. "I said it once and I'll say it again." Manon starts. "Damn." Lyria chuckles. "Now that you've all seen me in this dress, can I go change so we can burn it?" Lyria asks. "Let's go." I sigh. Lyria grins and attempts to rush up the stairs. She trips and slides right back down to the bottom. "Gods damn it!" She says. Fenrys tries to hide his smirk. Lyria glares at him. She picks herself up and stomps up the stairs to her room, slowly.

"Ready Nehemia?" Lyria asks. Nehemia nods and the two girls throw their dresses into the air. Ash is what they are in less than a second. "Well, not as fun as I though it would be," Lyria says, "but I do feel better knowing I physically cannot wear that ever again."

Well, it's only about 550 words, but it's out. Might add on a little more late on. We'll see. In the meantime, I'll either be working on this or The Assassin Princess. How would you guys like Rowan to come back into the story, if he comes back at all. *evil chuckle*