Her Unexpected Life

Chapter 40

Cereza's POV

Dad escorted me back to my room. The walk was silent until Dad decided to break it. "Now, before dinner, we're going to have you fitted for some royal attire. I've sent the royal taylor and maids to your room." He said.

"Okay." I said dejectedly. I'm not really in the happiest of moods anymore.

"Something on your mind, Princess?" Dad asked. I sighed and nodded. "I just didn't think my first time here would end up going like this." I said.

"I know, Princess. That's my fault, and again, I'm sorry." He said.

"Yeah.... Do I have to wear a big fluffy dress for this dinner?" I asked wanting to change the subject.

"Uh, no. You don't, Princess. You just pick whatever you feel comfortable in." Dad said. We finally arrived back at my room.

"Okay. Thanks for walking me back, Dad." I said.

"It's not a problem, Princess." He said. I grabbed the knob and before I went inside, I said, "See you at dinner." I said.

"See you there, Princess." Dad said.

After I shut my door and was startled when I turned around and found people in my room.

"Hello Princess, please forgive us, we did not mean to scare you. I am Freyja, the royal tailor, and this group of women, are your maids." She said as they all bowed to me.

"It's okay, my father told me that you'd be here." I said.

"We are here to assist you in your royal fitting." One of the maids said.

"Okay. So...... how does this work?" I asked. Freyja stepped forward and said, "Well, I already have pre-tailored dresses, but I'd like to take your measurements for future fittings." She said.

"Okay." I said.

"With your permission Princess, may we begin?" Freyja asked.

"Yes, you can." I said. "Perfect! If you could step on this pedestal, I'll began taking your measurements." She said pulling out body measuring tape.

This all felt very awkward. I never had to do this before. While Freyja measured me, she asked the maids to bring out a mirror and the dresses she already created. There were a lot, like a full rack. "There are so many dresses, did you make them all?" I asked.

"Yes, I did." She answered. Freyja grabbed a dress off the rack, turned me in the direction of the mirror, and held it up to my body.

"What do you think of this dress?" She asked. I ignored her question. "Why? I'm only one person." I asked. "You are the princess! You deserve nothing less than the finest variety!" Freyja exclaimed.

"But you don't know me." I said. "It does not matter if I do not know you. It is my duty! If the king requests it, I am to make whatever he desires." She said.

"Is it tiring? Making all these clothes?" I ask. "Oh goodness, no! I love fashion and it is an honor to tailor for the royal family! So no, doing what I love is not tiring for me." Freyja said.

"You're not just saying that because I'm the princess, are you?" I asked.

Freyja giggled. "No, Princess. I've known the king long enough that I have no problems expressing any concerns I may have. But, thank you for your concern in my wellbeing." She said.

"You're welcome." I said. "Now," Freyja began, holding the dress up to my body, "What do you think?" She asked again.

It was a baby pink, a little fluffy and has sheer draping on the arms. Beautiful dress, but a bit big to be eating dinner in. "It's pretty, but I don't think I should eat dinner in it. Maybe I could wear it another time." I said.