Stolen (The Coldest Fae Book 2) by Katerina Martinez

Author:Katerina Martinez [Martinez, Katerina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Supernal Publishing
Published: 2021-02-09T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

We’re screwed.

Making dresses was one thing, but a suit? That was a whole other beast. There was a certain fluidity to the process of creating a dress. I would visualize different styles and ideas all the time, and whenever I did, I would easily be able to put them to paper, creating a full sketch of what I wanted it to look and feel like.

I’d already thrown out several leaves of paper in trying to figure out the Prince’s suit. I wanted to put him in something that would make him look strong, and regal; something that would highlight his best features and compliment the things about him that—at least to me—were unique.

From his hair, to his antlers, to his canines, there were many things about Prince Cillian you just didn’t find on human men, and they needed to be taken into consideration. If I put him in something grey to compliment his eyes, would it go with his black hair? His white antlers? I wanted a spot of blue, and I also wanted to add the magic element.

Ironically, the creative magic that made me the seamstress I was today, was missing.

Something just wasn’t connecting, I wasn’t able to focus, and I had a feeling the culprits were equal parts tiredness and a desire to physically be in the Prince’s presence. After throwing out the fourth leaf of paper, I took the dress I would be wearing out of the closet and picked at it, working on this and that. I wasn’t ready to reveal it just yet, though, so when Mira came knocking on my door, I put the dress back in the closet.

“How is it coming?” she asked.

“Not good,” I said. “I’m stuck.”

Mira’s eyes widened with alarm. “You’ve been here for hours, and you’ve done nothing?”

“Look, don’t attack the process, okay? I know just how far behind I am. I don’t need you reminding me.”

She shook her head. “This is already a disaster.”

“She’s been trying her best,” Gullie said, floating out from behind my hair, “It’s not her fault she’s got mush for brains right now.”

“I wouldn’t say I have mush for brains,” I said.

“This is what Mareen and those bitches wanted. They wanted you to be too tired to focus today, and it’s working. I only wish there was something I could do.”

“Don’t worry about it, Gull. I’ll be okay.”

“You’ll have to be okay a lot faster than this,” Mira said, “Anyway, I’m here to tell you that the Prince is ready to see you.”

“The Prince… now?” Shit. I had hoped to have something to show him by now. A sketch, a concept. I had nothing but empty hands. “Okay… I can do this. Where is he?”

“He’s waiting for you in the palace. I’ll take you to him.”

“Gull?” I asked, “Think you can tattoo yourself again, or do you need to rest?”

“I had some food,” she said, “I’m good to go.”

“She had best attach herself to your hand again,” Mira said, “So the Prince doesn’t ask questions.

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