Winter Goddess_reverse harem romance by Skye MacKinnon

Author:Skye MacKinnon [MacKinnon, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Peryton Press
Published: 2018-07-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

I'm going to kill Tamara.

Or the seamstress.

Or both of them.

Now I know why Tamara was sure to ask when exactly I was planning to leave for the Dragon Realm. Not that she would know when to be ready. No, so she could tell the head seamstress to prick and torture me beforehand.

I'm standing on a pedestal in just my underwear and the seamstress is taking great joy in prodding me in all sorts of uncomfortable places. I have no idea why she even needs to measure me. She has magic, for goodness sake. She probably takes great pleasure in pricking the future Queen with fixing pins. I have to keep a close grip on my magic, otherwise the seamstress might have already been set alight.

My first law as Queen will be something about the dress code. Specifically, the Queen can wear whatever she wants, including jeans, t-shirts and baggy hoodies. And if it's a dress, it doesn't need to have frills, a gigantic neckline or holes that show too much skin. All things that I'm dreading my coronation dress to have.

I asked my guys if there are any guidelines for coronations, but it's not something that's ever happened here in this Realm before. Beira was the first and only Queen, there's been no need for a coronation. That's probably why Tamara is so excited. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, even for immortal Guardians.

There have been coronations in other Realms, however, and Tamara is using those for inspiration. She's even muttered things about William and Kate, but I hope I misheard that. Surely they don't know about Earth monarchies here in the Realms?

"What's the dress going to look like?" I ask the seamstress out of boredom, but she just continues to prick me with needles. That woman has no respect. I have no idea if it's just me she treats in this way, or if she's generally a cold-hearted bitch happy to make other people suffer by making them wear horrible dresses.

To pass the time, I extend my magic and concentrate on the people in the rooms and corridors nearby. Everyone seems to be busy with either war or coronation preparations. I'm beginning to think that they're both just as terrible. There are two people far beneath my room who are talking about the crown. I think the plan is to use my current, smallish Princess crown and turn it into something that resembles that of my mother but isn't quite the same. I refused to wear my mother's crown; I'm keeping that one safe for her until she's better.

I skip a few conversations about the upcoming feast - that only makes me hungry - and stop when I find a group of male Guardians gossiping over what female Goddesses will be attending the coronation. I smile. Life goes on, even in the middle of a war. I listen to them for a bit, but hurriedly continue on when they start talking about me. No thanks, I have no intention of finding out what the male Palace population thinks about me.

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