The Forgotten Princess

What else could it be?

Sang's POV

This healer was a strange one, he would poke me with weird objects and even used a weird necklace that he hung on his ears as he leaned it against my chest so i was most happy when we had finally finished with these 'checkups'.

''Strange Healer...''

I muttered under my breath as i held the clothing material that had been given to me by Owen from Gabriel before i was shown into this weird room they called 'bathroom', don't even get me started on the weird contraptions in here especially when i seemed to be dealing with something already frustratingly confusing.

I had been giving weird thin black material for my bottom half that i had thought men only wore, they seemed to fit well which had me wondering what kind of small men they had around here if i was able to fit well into them. The shirt was most confusing, it had no sleeves only a small thin strap that kept the shirt from falling down once placed on my shoulders.

Most revealing.

I frowned down at my bare arms and my chest that was almost out on display for all to see.

Was this how their people dressed?

Though it wasnt just the clothing material that had me confused, no it was the weird light pink thing that had straps similar to the shirt but had no other clothing past two separate parts that were connected together.

What are you?

I asked it inside my head as i managed to unhook it from the back making it grow longer.

What service does such a thing provide?

Then it came to me. It was much different to what i had seen but perhaps that was because it was made for a female.

I glanced at myself in the glass reflection nodding in approval as i placed the last garment on before heading back out the door in the room i had woke up in turning to Owen and Sean smiling brightly at them as thanks for the clothing only to tilt my head confused at their wide eyes as Sean burst out in laughter and Owen placed his hand over his face.

''Pookie! why....why is your bra around your waist?''

He asked through his laughter as he pointed to the contraption as he referred to as 'bra' that was around my waist.

''Miss Sang....that is not where it is supposed to go''

Owen muttered his hand now resting on his forehead as he looked up at the ceiling muttering for someone to have mercy on him.

''This is crios is it not?''

I asked frowning at their reactions, surely i hadn't been wrong on what it was for, it was the only plausible place for it. Owen finally looked away from the ceiling towards me as he tried to repeat the word i spoke as his eyes flickered from my waist to my face a few times before shaking his head.

''It is not a belt Miss Sang''

This caused Sean to laugh harder as i glanced down at this...bra that apparently was not a belt.

''Where else would it go?''

I asked in a frustrated sigh before placing my hands into the bra's small pockets.

''It has place to hold items...there for it is....belt''

I repeated their word for it

''Oh god i cant! Pookie you are so adorable!''

Sean yelled towards me still finding humour in my situation.

''That is a bra Miss Sang....you wear it around....''

Owen's voice seemed to fade as i noticed a slight pink tinge on his cheeks.

Why was he embarrassed?

''You wear it around your chest''

He quickly got out but i simply looked from the bra to him completely confused.

''Why would i do that? it does not seem comfortable for such area''

I told him certain he was the one mistaken, why would anyone wear such a thing? even as a belt it wasn't the most comfy so i could just imagine how uncomfortable it would be to wear around my chest.

''Oh Pookie, how about you just take it off and we shall explain it better later?''

Sean said as he wiped tears from his eyes.

He laughed so hard he cried.

I simply replied with a small huff before unclipping the bra belt and throwing it on the bed.

''Shall we Miss Sang?''

Owen asked glancing at my discarded bra belt with a shake of his head before motioning me towards the door which i happily went to go through just to escape the issue involving the bra belt.

Why do they call it bra?

I shook my head, that was not important right now.

''We are only a short drive away from our home, once we are there we will show you your bedroom before sitting down for a family dinner''

Owen explained as i followed him and Sean my eyes trying to take in the weird objects and contraptions that were in what i assumed was the healers headquarters as the end of his words cause a sharp pain in my chest.

Family Dinner.

I hadn't ate with family since my father died, how lucky these two were to still be able to do so, though i will certainly make up for the lack of family dinner once i was back among my people, sure i wasn't related to them by blood but they were my people, they were all i had left of family.

I had been lost in thought i hadn't realised us leaving the Healers headquarters until my eyes almost bulged at the men heading towards a metal beast.

''Stay back!''

I yelled causing them to stop sending looks of alarm as they glanced around us before looking at me as though trying to find what threat i was yelling at.

How could they not see it?

I pointed towards the metal silver beast my eyes no doubt showing the terror, i had just stepped outside and we were already going to be attacked by a faceless metal beast.

''What is the matter Miss Sang?''

Owen asked confused as he looked towards the beast then back at me as Sean spoke up.

''Oh Pookie, this isn't going to hurt you, this is called a car...we use it to travel''

They used metal beasts called car to travel? what happened to good old horses and carriages?

''Miss Sang....a lot of thing's have changed since....you last remember''

Since i was locked away.

I knew that's what he meant to say but i was thankful he was being sweet enough to refer to it differently.

''We will be here to help you understand everything unknown to you, just trust us, you wont be harmed by our vehicle''

Trust? 

Could i easily trust them after what my stepmother had done?

I guess i didn't have a choice for now.

Translations

crios - Belt