Chapter 47: Clothing?

I sat up on my bed, the birds chirping against my window. It was morning, another day past no Cedric, I threw my legs off the bed, standing to my feet. I walked down the stairs to the entrance leading to the balcony, close to it besides the wall lay the green rose Lawrence gave me, Inside a jar of soil, growing and lively.

I smiled feeling my hand against it, I loved looking at it every morning because it reminded me of Cedric's eyes, those green orbs of his that got me drowned in like I was bound to it, the several mysteries it held waiting for me to unravel, I never realized how much I missed those eyes until now, how much I...

My eyes saddened, it was hard to admit it but I... I miss Cedric, the realization to myself got me confused and bothered, I...I miss him, what would become of me now?

Instantly I heard my door badge open as Olivia and Mother walked in, wait, mother?

"Mother" I rushed to her, giving a bow, she has never come into my chamber until now, I wondered why the sudden visit.

"Sylvia my dear" she acknowledged.

"Is there anything I could help you with Mother?" I asked curiously as to why she came.

"Well," she raised her hand fan flapping it below her nose, observing my room.

"You most certainty like colors" she states.

I grew much puzzled as she walked to the entrance of my dressing room, I shot Olivia a look for an explanation, but she shrug puzzled herself.

Mother grabbed the doorknobs opening them with both hands.

"Hmm" I heard a sound from her as she walked inside observing the clothes there.

A few moments later she came out, sighing, shutting her hand fan close at the process.

"It is a disaster as I thought"

I froze at her words.

"I must tell the finest tailor in the Empire," she said walking towards the door.

"Whatever do you mean Mother?"

She halts her step turning to me.

"Well my dear you need a Riding habit for the event and more upgrades to your clothing, perhaps I should change them all... Olivia be sensitive with all these as I wouldn't have to check them!"

"Yes Madam, I deeply apologize for my negligence," Olivia said with a very low bow.

Mother walked out.

I gasp, so all the fuss was about my clothing? Mother's actions will never seem to amaze me.

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I paced in the dressing room, waiting for the lady that was supposed to come and fit my clothing.

I sighed.

"It's been 2 hours," I said.

"Calm down my lady I'm sure she will be here soon," Olivia said.

Just like a cue to her words the door opened as a woman walked in with a smile against her lips, she looked... french? Dressed in a lowly dark brown gown, thick and fitted her body perfectly, along with several designs, I didn't need to look at her twice to tell she was a designer.

A hat graced her head also, the same color with her gown, hiding her curly brown hair, her face applied with light makeup but her lips were the reddest I have ever since, too much lipstick maybe.

Her hazel orbs landed on me and then her smile broaden.

"Bonjour my lady," she said with a bow.

"Oh... my... you truly are a beauty," she said in wonder, her french accent too strong for her English, she gaze upon me like I was a rare diamond, odd because there were other silver-haired, what was so special about me?

"And you are?"

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"My apologies, I'm Fayette Blanchet"

Olivia gasped covering her mouth, I turned to her as to why.

"I must be dreaming, the famous designer in the Empire before my eyes," she said memorized.

Fayette's smile broadens.

"Oui".

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"The perfect shape, I'm in love," she said pinning a piece of fabric around my waist, we were in fitting on as she tested numerous fabrics on my frame.

I raised an eyebrow at her words, it has been nothing but amazement from her, it makes me wonder.

"Surely you have attended to other Silver-Haired, the Albert house and Heathcliff?"

"Oui, Oui... but none of them marches your beauty"

I blushed at her words, she wasn't joking at all.

"I was surprised when Madame sent word to me about new clothing's, it has only been a month the last one was ordered" she began.

My eyes fell on the tall mirror before me, staring at her through it as she fixed the down of the dress.

"I suppose there's need"

I grew puzzled by her words, need? what need?

"What do you mean?"

"Well my lady, there are rumors your husband will claim the throne one day, its only fit you stand out in society, as future Empress"

My heart slammed a loud heartbeat, I quickly turned to her.

"That are just rumors," I said but I knew all too way that was the case, Mother has mentioned it was the order of the way things would be.

"Qui, rumors which might one day be true, after all, we have always known the Emperor favors Lord Cedric as his son"

I gulped, turning back to the mirror my nerves unsettled.

"You're lucky My lady any woman would kill to be in your position".

Except I didn't want to be in this position, it makes me more nervous than I have ever been.

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"All dresses shall be ready tomorrow, not to worry about your Riding habit for the event it shall be ready momentarily," Fayette said with a dashing smile.

I forced a smile.

"Au revoir, My lady," she said walking away, the doors shooting close.

"Are you alright my lady, you seem tense"

"All these talk about the throne, has this rumor really spread throughout the Empire?"

She gave a nod.

I sighed, society was always watching me like a hawk just because I was married to a powerful warlock, but now he was most likely a candidate for the throne which makes it more disturbing.

I could tell mother was trying to stand out as a good representative, and I a silver-haired who grew outside the wall, what would become of me at this point? I pondered deeply.

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