Page 109 of Feral Guardian
I’m in a stark white dress complete with lace bodice and uncomfortable shoes. There are silky white gloves up to my elbows, and a man named Ignis has just spent two hours making my hair into a beautiful braided crown with little white lily flower pins. I look like a doll and feel like a seasick hound.
“If you must, please throw up into this.” The woman who used her magic to sew my dress, Cecillia, holds a bucket out in front of me. “Don’t want any getting on you.”
Scarlett pats my shoulders and looks at me in the mirror. Her missing eye swirls with teal power and I feel her gaze appraising me. “You look regal, and lovely. He’s going to cream in his pants when he sees you.”
I adjust the tracking-rune necklace between my overly squished breasts. “There’s no way for me to wear it that doesn’t highlight my large tits. Everyone’s going to look and then Alastair’s going to want to gouge their eyes out.”
Scarlett puts her hand on the back of the necklace. “May I adjust it?”
I nod and with a flourish of my green magic, she pulls on the string until the amethyst gemstone is sitting at the base of my throat. “There. Better? No eye-gouging on your wedding day, unless you want some of course. I’m sure we could scrounge up some scum that needs their eyes removed.”
I can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness. “No, I’m fine, thanks. I don’t think eye-gouging would even compare toyourwedding.”
She and Zane beheaded all four of the remaining Underbelly lords as they kissed to seal their vows, and it’s hard to top that…
Scarlett laughs. “It’s not a competition, dear. It’s a commitment to your partner, and however you want to do that will make it special in its own right. Perfect, in its own right.”
She always knows what to say, even now after twelve years separated. My rock…
I look down at the dress and my stomach turns with nerves. “This isn’t right. I can’t do it like this.”
Ignis sighs in the corner. “Princesses…”
“What do you need, little sister? I’ll procure it for you,” Scarlett says.
Alastair rode into the kingdom as my knight-to-be and became everything I needed at every turn. And now we’re promising one another everything, forever. I want to do the same. I want to start this as his knight, riding in to become everything he needs at every turn.
I smile. “I need pants, and Kor’Tar.”
“Pants!” Cecillia practically shrieks. “With only an hour to go? You must be crazier than a sail in a snowstorm because I know you’re not dense, child.”
I scowl. “What?”
Scarlett rolls her eyes. “Cecilliaisms…you’ll get used to them. Come on, let’s make you some pants.”
She runs her hands across my bare shoulders and I know she’s transforming her magic into mine.
“How big do you want the legs? Billowy or fitted or somewhere in between?” she asks as she runs her hands along my waist to separate the top of the garment from the pants.
I grin. “Billowy, please.”
Cecillia sobs softly next to Ignis. “My beautiful work.”
Ignis pats her shoulder. “There, there.”
Scarlett runs her hands over the skirt of the dress and transforms it just as I would. I marvel in the mirror as I watch the process. She wields my magic almost as easily as I do, as if she was made to. When she’s finished with the pants, she comes back to my top.
“All right, now what with this?” she asks, gesturing to the unfinished cut at the bottom.
“Maybe a little higher? Show off some stomach?” I ask giddily. Alastair loves my stomach and has shown me many times how much he loves to see his marks upon it.
“I thought youdidn’twant eye-gouging at your wedding?” Scarlett asks sarcastically as she adjusts the top.
“Maybe a few gougings will make it interesting,” I say with a shrug.
She laughs.
“You two are as thick as thieves.” Zane’s deep voice cuts in and I look over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway.
