Betrothed to Jack Frost by Alex Gedgaudas

Author:Alex Gedgaudas [Gedgaudas, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781640347717
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

After the spat with the legendary Jack Frost, handmaidens had come for Elle. They threatened her into following their commands. She was to follow them to prepare her the ball that evening or be confined to the dungeons. Given Elle felt the dungeons would provide Jack Frost with too much glee, she decided to follow the hook-nosed woman and her equally goblin-like comrade. Elle hadn’t wanted to bathe in a large tub that smelled strongly of lilacs and strawberries, but the castle keepers didn’t leave her much option. It was either bathe herself or the keepers would bathe her. Feeling not too keen on the idea of the keepers watching her naked, Elle bathed in the ridiculously large tub that more resembled a small swimming pool rather than a bathtub. She could have drowned if she weren’t careful. It was extremely long in length and at least four and a half feet in depth.

After the bath, her hair was blow-dried and then styled to perfection by the keepers. Elle had half a mind to ask how it was possible an old-fashioned place that had a castle and people that wore tunics and robes could possess electricity for such luxuries, but she had other things to think about that were more pressing. Namely, how to escape.

There was no way anyone could really expect her to marry Jack. He hated her nearly as much as Elle hated him. This wasn’t a light squabbling before a romance blossomed like in romantic comedies; Elle found she truly loathed Jack Frost. There wasn’t one part of the winter-themed monster she found appealing.

By the time Elle was dressed and her hair and makeup was applied, she barely recognized herself. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders as it curled gently at the ends. Her already red lips were highlighted with a lip liner and clear gloss that made them specifically pop. It was Elle’s eyes that she found were unrecognizable; dark smoky shades underlined and shadowed her brown eyes, defining them completely.

There was no time to focus on the makeup while wearing the gown she was dressed in. Elle wore a deep red number with a sweetheart neckline that flowed at least a foot behind her. It was a strange dress that showcased her long legs and covered her back but was shorter up front. The gown was easily the most extravagant thing Elle had ever worn. Diamonds and small rubies covered the back of her gown, giving off the impression her dress was on fire.

One of the keepers had stated that King Boreas and his queen specifically picked this dress for Elle. She could see why; it went along with the ridiculous notion that Elle was descended from some silly fire kingdom.

By the time Elle was escorted to the main floor at least fifty floors below the one she was sent to live on, she was mentally calculating an escape plan. She figured out how she could escape—she could use Greek mythology to her advantage.

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