Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 89: She Would Not Bow To Him

Chapter 89: She Would Not Bow To Him

"I’m going to die!" Islinda’s scream echoed across the room as she went through the torture of putting on a corset.

She was leaning against the wall with both hands while Aurelia drew the corset tight against her lower back.

"Just breathe, my lady, you’re not going to die," Aurelia cajoled as she tightened the corset against her lower back. The gods knew she could feel her kidney rearranging.

"Just until how long do I have to wear this device of torture?" Islinda asked through gritted teeth. The pain of the whole ordeal was giving way to irritation and it wouldn’t be surprising if she passed that aggression on someone else.

She went on to say," Shouldn’t this be snug enough so it’s comfortable to wear, not literally stealing my breath away? I wouldn’t be surprised if so many women have died from this already," She spat out, obviously on the edge.

Aurelia did not answer, rather the laughter of one of the other Fae carried across the room. Islinda recognized the female Fae, she was called Rosalind or so.

Rosalind said, "My lady, you would attend social functions with Master Aldric until he says otherwise and so would continue to wear such. The corset emphasizes the waistline and tenderly folds your breast, upbearing and focusing on your curves. Had you been Fae with our slender frame, you wouldn’t need much..... "

The Fae trailed off when Aurelia glowered at her with so much intensity, she fumbled out an apology at once.

"I-I sorry, miss, no, my lady...." She couldn’t meet her eyes, lowering her face to the ground apologetically, "It was stupid of me to make such an insensitive comment."

Islinda did not respond to the apology because she was struck dumb. She was slim and assumed her shape was ideal until a Fae practically called her fat. And to be honest, Islinda’s ego was bruised because it was true. How could she compete against the Fae’s willowy and unusual beauty?

"Perhaps next time..." Aurelia spoke this time, drawing her attention, "We won’t need the corset. There are lovely bodice that has no boning, but it is reinforced with haircloth that allows it to keep the shape without constraining your chest, allowing you to breathe freely,"

The Fae was trying to assuage her, Islinda realized. She glared at the Fae who made the reckless comment and she dropped her gaze at once.

Good for her, Islinda relished the power trip because she calmed her breathing and answered Aurelia, "I would very much prefer that next time."

A slow smile lifted Aurelia’s lips.

Damn the Fae, Islinda made up her mind that she was not going to be intimidated by their perfection. No wonder they looked so unnatural. There was love in diversity and she, Islinda, would love herself.

"I think we are done here," Aurelia announced, stepping back.

Rosalind and the other female Fae with her, appeared with a mirror large enough to view her whole appearance and Islinda gasped at her reflection. The silver blue garment was elegant and the low stand up collar and the ornately shaped yoke fetch out a princess aristocratic bearing. The coquettish quilted sleeves and tassets with half-round scallops contribute to the matchless fascination of the baroque.

Tears filled Islinda’s eyes but she did not dare to ruin the makeup Aurelia had taken time to apply on her. Never in her life did she dream of putting on a piece as luxurious as this or looking close to a princess. If only it wasn’t for the wrong reasons and the wrong Fae, she would have relished this moment.

"You look outstanding my lady, do I dare to say, even more beautiful than a Fae." Aurelia flattered her. The Fae stood behind her and both of their reflections appeared in the mirror.

"Indeed. She looks elegant." A crisp and sharp voice said from behind and Islinda whirled around at once, the air leaving the room.

Just as she thought, it was Aldric and he had put a lot of "effort" into his appearance as well. The twisted Fae had braided his hair and it looked strangely good on him, emphasizing his chiseled face.

However, he wore black sleek dress pants, a black shirt, a black overcoat, and black leather gloves that covered his hands. For someone who claimed to be going to a party, it looked like a funeral instead. But Islinda did not comment, wishing it was his funeral instead.

"It’s nice to know that the clothe I picked out look astonishing on you." He commented, stepping into the room.

Islinda’s brows drew together, he was the one who picked it? Bugs began to crawl up her skin. Who knew what had been going on in his mind when he selected it, not that he had given her a reason to think he was interested in her, romantically? But it helped to be careful. So yes, she would hate him, but not the dress.

"Master Aldric," All of the Fae in the room bowed their heads to him, except her. If anything, Islinda shot him a defiant look. She was never going to bow to him.

Aldric ignored them as if they mattered not to him and stood in front of her as she stared him down.

"You look perfect but one thing is left." He said, lifting his hand and brandishing a necklace that dangled from his palm.

Islinda would have been impressed by the exquisite design but she was busy glaring at him. She would not be bought over by a simple necklace.

Not that Aldric cared, because he grinned and was suddenly leaning into her causing her to step back.

"What are you doing?!" She glared at his audacity. How dare he?

"Putting on the necklace, obviously. Now be a doll..." His expression darkened, "Or I’ll force you to be one."

Islinda received the threat and stiffened, holding her breath as Aldric leaned over once more.

He lifted her hair from her shoulder and leaned closer as he put the necklace around her neck and she swallowed at their intimate position. No, she shouldn’t think much of it.

"Done." Aldric cinched the necklace and stepped back with a full-on grin, "Now, let’s wait for the change."

"W-what?"