𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 (𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝙈.𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

Chapter 2

(Y/n)'s POV

"(Y/n)! Where is my dress? The clock ticks and we cannot waste more time!" mother yelled, brushing through her wavy blonde hair while she looked at me through her vanity mirror. The smell of her strong perfume famished my nostrils, almost making me cough. "Of course, mother. I'll be back!" I nod my head, scurrying off downstairs of the baroque like manor.

The metal door came to my surprise as it opened, revealing one of the maids with my mother's dress at hand. "Your grace." she bowed her head low, bending her knees as I acknowledge her with a curved smile. I hurried down the cold, stone stairs and took the flourished, emerald ballgown that I had left inside.

My step-mother had never been the meanest, though very needy and high-maintenance. Her own daughter, Graciella was never the opposite for she was a lovely lady as well and they both treat me very kindly even after father's passing.

"Ah, thank you darling! You've done excellent work, I knew I could count on you," she smiled, standing up while she stroke her fingers to her ballgown with admiration. Mother glanced back at me and straightened her back with arms both crossed, "Are you sure you won't attend the ball today, (y/n)? Surely we can find a suitable man for you." she frowned, tilting her head to the side as she rest her head to the back of her palms.

I shook my head no and chuckle, gazing down at my mother's dress to reach my fingertips to the little sew works I had done. "I feel that I don't fit inside the imperial palace, mother. I have no inheritance of nobility and I am simply just a commoner that got lucky," I replied back, licking my lips as to bit back a gutting cry.

My eyes wandered back to my mother's honey brown orbs and beamed, "But I'm lucky that father had found you, mother. What would we be if you weren't there?"

She stroke my hair and tilt my chin up high, putting both hands on my shoulders. "Do not define yourself as a commoner, my dear (y/n)! You are my own daughter, and you will be as such," she furrowed her brows, pushing me to a tight embrace as I felt warm from her affection. "Do not let the world define you for who you are, nor your class (y/n)!" she lectured with a voice raised up high while she stroke my (h/c) hair.

She tore me away from the hug and was met with a sunny smile on her red stained lips, "Now, shall we do my hair?" she asked with a wink. I clasped both of my hands and nod my head in reply, taking the brush from her vanity while I combed through her silky blonde hair.

His majesty the king had arranged a ball for all aristocrats to come to celebrate the prince's coming of age throughout Norkloe. From what I've heard he was an excellent fighter and also a charming one, surely many ladies will hunt him down in hopes of marriage just like Graciella.

As I put the last piece of pearl in my mother's hair, I stepped back to admire the beautiful craft I had done. "Do you...do you like it, mother?" I raised a brow, laying both hands gently on her shoulders while she leaned closer to the vanity mirror side to side. "It's beautiful, my dear (y/n)! It's lovely." she complimented with a pursed grin.

"(Y/n)! Come here!" Graciella called in a singsong matter from across mother's room, peeking her head out of her own chamber with a cheeky beam. She beckoned me over with a wave of her hand as I went. Graciella pulled me inside and let out a quiet giggle, "How do I look?" she asked, twirling around in her refined ballgown.

Graciella had a beautiful purple ballgown with pearls as her shiny jewelry, the color of purple had always been a huge compliment on her blue, almond-shaped eyes and her exquisite, tall and lean figure. She combed through her straight, dark brown hair and smiled at me. "Well?" she clasped both of her hands, squeezing her fingers tightly, highly strung for the ball.