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Sonea snorted as she saw the next dress, it was a red silk gown that would have been beautiful on someone who was tall enough to wear it, Sonea looked like she had just used it to parachute in, the smooth material of the dress billowed around, emanating out in undulating roles of scarlet.
The harsh voiced, middle aged man barked out from where he was strutting about examining various samples of material and sipping amber coloured liquid.
"Look at her for Christ's sakes…. No! Not that one you fool we don't want her to look like she's had a muslin based anaphylactic shock"
It was like this every time Sonea shuffled out of the changing room, Kaspar of Deramin was a well-respected and hugely successful dress designer. However today must be an off day. Sonea had tried on mermaid dresses, sweetheart dresses, ball gowns, evening gowns yet still Kaspar disapproved, his condemnation sending his staff scurrying in order to find yet another dress. At least the High Lord wasn't here, he had urgent business in the city.
"Ahh My Lady, if you would be so kind…"
Sonea blinked and her eyes focused in on one of Kaspar's employees, holding out a large bundle of white silk and shoes that could have probably been used as a murder weapon. Repressing a sigh, I snatched the dress and shoes from the girl and shuffled back into the changing room.
God…This is just ridiculous, why was everyone even arguing about it. As far as I was concerned Ambassador Dannyl was doing a brilliant job, and everyone knew what the Elyne court was like.
At least it was proving a distraction from what I had been trying not to think about for a week. I still felt slightly guilty when I thought about what I was doing with Sonea. I should get a proper expert in or a servant to sort this out, Thank god Kaspar had been in Kyralia, sorting out his new collection of…garments. I can look like I know about dancing, but dresses, not exactly my specialty.
"So I conclude this meeting to be over" Called King Merin,
"Ambassador Dannyl will remain in Elyne, for the time being we will assume his relaitionship is one of work and that he has no further knowledge of his servants antics".
As I stood up to leave the room, I found Lorlen at my shoulder,
"Seems as if Dannyl has got himself in a bit of bother"
"Tayend of Tremmelin is a trusted and respected member of the Elyne community, to part him and Ambassador Dannyl would be seen as a rebuke as much as anything
"You're probably right, Dannyl's faced worse, And he isn't stupid, he knows if he is discovered to have tendencies for this man it will throw the whole Guild into shame"
Reaching the carriage I turned to Lorlen,
"Will you be accompanying me back?"
"I'm afraid not… I have to check with Captain Osen, some nasty business about what appears to be a group of thieves plotting to attack the purges, I'll see you around old friend"
"Well good luck, and let's try not to bring back any rogues this time!"
Swinging myself into the dark interior of the musty carriage, "This one's causing me enough trouble as it is" I muttered darkly.
I finally managed to extract myself from the enormous dress it sunk to the floor leaving me standing in an emanating puddle of red. I pulled the white silk over my head impatiently, for my life I could not understand why it was taking so long to pick a dress of all things! They weren't even particularly comfortable, they always seemed too tight in all the wrong areas or too long and the shoes, goddamn don't get me started on the shoes, how was I supposed to walk in things like them let alone dance?
I finally pulled the white dress on and waited while Kaspars employees tugged and pinched the material. Eventually for what seemed like the 100th time I tottered into the overheated room and spun slowly around in front of the short, plump fashion designer.
Preparing myself for another heave of rebukes and criticisms, I turned to face him, but to my surprise the man's face was a picture of delight,
"That's it," he cried
"Perfect, you look radiant"
He continued to exclaim his delight (very) loudly and clap his hands together, I was wondering what the fuss was about and rather glad the ordeal seemed to be over. The heat was getting to me and my feet absolutely killed. Sending a burst of healing power to relieve the pain I coughed hoping to get his attention.
"Can I get changed back now"
"yes, yes of course you may my dear, Someone will fold that dress up for you, my dear, and remember.. If anyone asks where you acquired such a masterpiece be sure to tell them it was Kaspar of Deramin!"
I assured and him I would and smiled as sweetly as I possibly could,
10 minutes later I was lying sprawled on my bed massaging my poor poor feet, well fuck Kaspar, I was never going to that ball and that I decided as I wriggled under my sheets, was that.
Okay so I am really not happy with this chapter but it has taken me ages so it will have to do, I hope I can get other chapters up (fairly quickly) but me being me it could be ages..
You know what helps though.. yeah, you guessed
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