Ivory's pov.
I was about to change until I heared another knock on the door.
Again, ugh.
I opened it to reveal a girl standing at the door, which I assumed was a servant.
"Greetings love, Prince Zayn wants you to get changed into a dress, he wants to have dinner with you."
"Let me just take your measurements and I'll bring you, your dress in no time." She says before I can even say anything.
She started to take my measurements with a measuring tape as she took my towel off, leaving me bare again.
I cringed.
"Don't worry love, I'm used to this." She said as she was doing her job.
As soon as she was done, she got out and went to go make my dress.
*
About and hour or so, she came back holding a dress in her hand.
It was absolutely exquisite.
"Oh my god! This absolutely exquisite!" I said happily as she handed it to me.
"My pleasure, my dear." She said as she exited out the room.
Finally I get some privacy.
I quickly got my towel off and went to my dressing dorm for a strapless bra.
When I found one, I then took my astonishing dress and tried it on.
Fitting perfectly into my delicate body.
I quickly brush my hair, leaving it into its naturally wavy curls on the tips of my hair.
As I look satisfied with my look, I exited out the door to go fare with the Prince.
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Magisterial • z.m.
Fanfic120 years later, the Malik family becomes the rulers of England. Making Zayn, Prince Zayn. They make some changes into the world, 'For the better'. What happens when Ivory becomes his slave? © @zaynmoans