I turned and looked at Roza, "you need to tell Queen Tatiana what you know, and you need to tell her now."
She sighed sadly. "I know that you're right, but I just hate to put all those people in pain. Pain that they in no way deserve."
"Can you tell her and possibly show her what happened to you and to the others without her seeing their faces?"
"With a little concentration yes."
"Then do it that way unless she specifically asks for their identities. If she does then just tell her that you will tell her as long as their identities do not ever become public knowledge. Since they won't remember anything anyway there is no need to burden them with what could come out of it."
"Alright. Do we go to her or..."
"She is in a meeting with Kirova at the moment." Alberta answered.
And again, I felt the almost unquenchable desire to choke the life out of that suka. I was so angry that my hands were trembling in rage. (bitch)
"I will call and get you a meeting immediately after her meeting with Kirova." Seeing how close I was to losing it, Abe informed us just before dialing his phone.
After he ended his call he turned and told us, "you have your meeting in half an hour."
"Thank you, baba. That gives us time to get changed thank God. I don't know how much longer I can tolerate this dress. I don't see why I couldn't pick out my own dress. This thing is way to suffocating and it looks like it was designed in the first or second century. It is hideous. I mean seriously who voluntarily wears a dress that has a ruffle right under the chin like this? Did people not need to breathe back then? It's like having your head on a fancy dinner plate waiting for someone to take a bite out of your brain."
I could tell that she was trying to calm me by cracking jokes, and it worked a little. Everyone in the room with us laughed.
Even though my Roza didn't show a lot of skin, most of the time, at least her tee shirts and button up shirts. Gave her the room that she needed to move, to breathe, and if need be to fight.
This dress that she'd had to wear had a high tight collar that looked like it was trying to choke her to death. It had tight long sleeves and the skirt dragged the ground for at least a few feet behind her. It was a what looked like a filthy white color. Like it had been rolled around in red dirt and dust repeatedly a few days ago. And had not been cleaned afterwards.
"That is one thing that I am going to change, from now on you are allowed to breathe. And you are allowed to pick your own clothes this is just ludicrous." Roza said as she picked at the skirt of the dress with two fingers in disgust.
"Just don't rip it Rose. It will be going into the museum."
"Don't you mean that it came from a museum?"
"Yes, well, there is that too."
"Are you for real?! This atrocious thing actually came from a museum?!"
"Yes, it is a replica of the gown that our first queen wore to her coronation. And it is a tradition for each Badica princess to wear it to their crowning."
"I will not be wearing this ridiculous looking thing ever again, tradition or not."
"I meant crowning as a princess." He chuckled.
"Oh, well thank God for that at least."
"It is not ornate enough for you to wear to your coronation as queen." He informed her.
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Times Change (complete)
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