Chapter 127
“Here we are,” Hannah said, opening the door to a large room with large open windows draped with silk curtains.
“Wow,” Emily exclaimed as she looked around at the rows and rows of dresses, hats, shoes, hair accessories, and jewelry.
“The wardrobes that are in the rooms can fit seven at most,” Hannah said.
“How do I choose just seven?” Emily asked, looking at an excessively thrilled dark pink dress.
“Your lady-in-waiting will get used to your preference and will just select dresses for you every day,” Hannah said.
“I am used to hand-me-downs from my best friend, but I don’t think I want to be wearing a dress that someone else or several other ladies has already worn,” Emily said, looking at the next dress.
“Neither should you,” Prince Deacon said, standing in the doorway.
“I don’t mean to be pinned up,” Emily said. ‘I did not even know he followed us,’ Emily thought.
“I will send for my seamstress. She will whip you up a whole room of dresses in no time,” Prince Deacon said, holding out his arm for her to take.
“I would like to browse, if you don’t mind,” Emily rejected his arm.
“I will leave you to it then,” Prince Deacon said, turning around and walking away.
‘Come to my room within the hour with all your fabrics. My fated mate needs a whole wardrobe,’ Prince Deacon mind linked his seamstress that was part of their royal pack at the castle.
Emily was having lunch with Prince Deacon when a lady-in-waiting came to the table. “The wardrobe and the dresses you requested have been delivered to your room.”
“I hope by ‘your room’, you mean my room?” Prince Deacon asked.
“Yes, your majesty,” Madie Hale said.
Madie Hale was 5’3” tall, with light curly blond hair that reached her shoulders. Her face was round with rose-pink cheeks and plum rose-pink lips, a shade darker. She was slightly overweight with extra-large breasts, seeming as if they were going to spill over her plain, low-cut dress. Her eyes lined with a black liner, making her blue eyes brighter than they really are. Prince Deacon had the pleasure of making her scream on top of him on several occasions.
Emily looked at the girl, blushing at Prince Deacon.
“It appears you have just about slept with every woman here?” She stated shamelessly, without batting an eye.
Madie’s cheeks went so dark pink as she blushed that they matched the color of her plump lips.
“Just about,” Prince Deacon said, smiling, not ashamed.
“What is your name?” Emily asked.
“Madie Hale, I have been assigned to be your lady-in-waiting,” Madie said.
“You will go and arrange a bedroom for me, as I will not be sharing a room with Prince Deacon,” Emily demanded.
Madie looked at Prince Deacon.
“You will do no such thing. You will, however, clean up the room across from mine and turn it into a personal wardrobe for myself and my bride-to-be,” Prince Deacon said.
“I am not your bride-to-be,” Emily said stubbornly.
“You can also arrange for a bed to be brought to my room. Will you be able to manage that?” Prince Deacon asked.
“Yes,” Madie said. ‘How is he going to entertain girls at night if he is sharing his room with her? It does not appear that she is the kind of lady that would sleep with a man before marriage,’ Madie thought as she walked away, wishing she could be in Emily’s shoes.
After lunch, Prince Deacon held out his arm to Emily, but she rejected it. “I don’t need a man’s arm.”
“Take my arm,” Prince Deacon demanded.
Confused, Emily took his arm. ‘Why am I taking his arm when I don’t want to?’
“The seamstress must be waiting already,” Prince Deacon said as they walked into the castle.
‘I am definitely not going to say no to custom-made dresses,’ Emily thought.
They arrived at Prince Deacon’s room, where the seamstress had already set up the raised platform and assistants coming and going with rolls and rolls of fabrics.
“Meet our family seamstress, Cora,” Prince Deacon introduced the seamstress, glad that she survived the supernature war.
“Please to meet you, I am Lady Emily,” Emily greeted politely.
“Princess Emily,” Prince Deacon corrected her.
“If you insist,” Emily said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
“I insist,” Prince Deacon responded, turning the chair at his desk around and taking a seat with his one leg crossed over.
“You all can wait outside while I take her measurements,” Cora said.
After all her assistants left except one lady, she got her measuring tape. “Please help her take off her dress.”
“Prince Deacon, do you mind leaving, please?” Emily asked, looking over at him.
“Nothing I have not seen yet,” Prince Deacon said, walking over to her and started to undo her dress.
“What are you doing?” Emily asked, stepping away from him.
“Cora, will you and your assistant give us a moment, please?” Prince Deacon asked, fed up with Emily’s attitude.
“Why are you so stubborn?” he asked once they were alone.
“We are not married. You should not see me in my undergarments,” Emily said.
“Why not? No one here cares. We don’t live by the rules of human society,” Prince Deacon spat, ripping her dress off, making her gasp.
“I liked that dress,” Emily said, looking at the torn dress.
“Cora will re-make it,” Prince Deacon said as he tried to take her undergarments off.
“You don’t need to remove my undergarments,” Emily objected.
Prince Deacon ripped her skirt off her, frightening her. ‘I hate it when she is scared of me,’ he thought to himself but why is she always so objective?’ he thought, standing with the torn undergarment skirt in his hands, breathing heavily.
Emily felt her heart pounding in her chest with her eyes shut out of fear.
“Look at me,” Prince Deacon ordered her.
Emily’s blue eyes flung open. Filled with fear she looked into his light blue eyes. ‘Why do I see love in those eyes, yet he treats me like I am his property? Am I his property?’ Emily wondered, keeping her thoughts to herself.
“I am sorry, I don’t mean to scare you, but you just test my patience,” Prince Deacon said, searching for the right words to say.
Emily did not respond, she just looked at him in silence, fearing that her words might just set him off again.
“From now on you will not object to my will, you will accept it happily. If I want to see you naked you will let me, you will not deny that you are my bride-to-be and you will treat me as your fiancé regardless of the fact that you might leave in six months’ time,” he uttered the words that he didn’t want to as he wanted her to come around on her own accord but he could not stand her rejections and her constant objections.
Cora came walking back into the room. “Ready for me now?”
“Yes, go ahead,” Prince Deacon said.
“I take it she will need new undergarments as well?” Cora asked, looking at the underskirt that has been torn apart.
Cora noticed the mark on Emily. “You finally marked one?”
“Don’t look so shocked, it was bound to happen,” Prince Deacon said, taking his seat on his chair.
“I heard rumors that she is not a Blue Blood so why did you claim her?” Cora asked, choosing her words carefully.
“Unless I am not a royal and my parents’ child then she must be of royal heritage, why else did I mate with her? Why else did I mate with all the others before her if they were not of royal heritage somewhere down the line?” Prince Deacon asked, knowing that a royal will only mate with another royal.
“Good question. I guess you are right after all. What made you finally settle?” Cora asked as she measured Emily’s small waist. “Please don’t tell me it is because of her beauty?”
“My wolf did. I was about to un-mate but he took over and marked her,” Prince Deacon said, not regretting it.
“You know you can just kill her,” Cora joked, making Emily gasp in fear.
Emily looked over at Prince Deacon that was smiling at her. ‘Would he really kill me?’ she wondered
“The thought did cross my mind,” he said, jokingly.
Emily looked away, straight ahead, taking a gulp of nothing. ‘I should really try to please him, at least just for the next six months. Will he keep his promise and let me leave if I wish to do so after six months?’ Emily thought nervously.
