Love Agreement With The King

Roselyn slipped the dress on carefully, once she wore it she looked at her reflection through the mirror. Her gaze ran though all her body looking at the reflection in the mirror, she didn't believe that girl was her.

She was beautiful. The sight took her breath away to assimilate the beauty of that dress which was so well sewed that probably could make any girl look stunning.

The item was purposely emphasizing her curves. It was slightly tight on her hips and down to her bottom, her small breast was exalted by the fabric which had an additional layer to gave it a slightly bigger appearance.

Roselyn lifted her skirt and twirled around while she admired how the dress harmoniously waved around her. She opened the door to walk outside with a huge smile on her lips, she couldn't wait to see what the maid and the seamstress thought of it.

They both covered their mouth with their hands while they widened their eyes. Roselyn looked stunning, it was like that dress was made for her to wear it. Even the seamstress, who dressed many of the wealthier ladies during the years, felt amazed at the sight.

"You're gorgeous," the blond maid admitted, taking the lady's hand up to make her twirl around to see how the dress looked from behind.

"It looks stunning," the seamstress added, offering a smile and clapping her hands together.

"Do you want to try the other two?" She asked pointing at the other two dresses let on the table.

Roselyn nodded, even if she was almost fully sure about that dress, she still wanted to try how they other two looked. She took the dresses and brought them to the dressing room to try them on.

As she slipped the dress out to remove it she felt a weird sensation as if she had to say goodbye to a piece of herself, like if that dress belonged to her.

She tried the other ones on but the emotions she felt wasn't the same, they were just as stunning but it didn't make her the same way as the first one.

Roselyn walked out of the dressing room and headed the discarded dresses to the seamstress, "I'd still opt for the first one."

"Best choice, it was serving you justice," the red-haired woman exclaimed before she handed toward the hall of her little cottage to pack the picked dress into a little box so that nobody could see it.

"Thank you for your visit, it was a pleasure to serve you." The seamstress bowed down and smiled to Roselyn then to the maid.

Roselyn and the maid both returned the bow before offering a smile. They finally walked outside to step on the carriage. A smile never abandoned Roselyn's face since her return home.

When they arrived they found John already there like if he was waiting for them since they had left. His lips curved into a smile, while his gaze darted from the box the maid carried to Roselyn. He didn't seem to believe she just bought the dress.

"Did you pick the dress?" he asked.

Roselyn stifled a laugh, what did he think she did if not buying the dress?

"Yes, I did," the lady replied with a proud overjoyed smile on her face.

John walked toward her and tried to open the box but Roselyn slapped his curious hand and nodded no with her head, "you can't see it." She scolded him.

John's eyebrow arched, what was wrong with peeking? He will see her eventually in few days.

"I am curious!" He complained, trying to look through the small slit in the center of the box.

The blond maid moved her hand upon it preventing the sight and John folded his arms, "it's just a dress!" he exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"It's not just a dress," Roselyn shook her head.

Boys! can't they understand the value of dresses?

"It's a special dress since it will be only worn during our marriage. So unless you think our marriage isn't special, this dress shall be seen just for that special occasion." Roselyn folded her eyebrows in a slightly scolding tone of voice.

John raised his hands in surronder. "Okay, I didn't mean to make my future wife mad," he commented. "Even thought you're always beautiful. Even the central grease that forms on your forehead is very sweet."

A grease? Roselyn touched her forehead causing John to explode into a laugh. Women! So easy to tease.

"I look forward seeing you on Friday then!" John smiled mischievously, giving her a last glance before turning around and finding his way toward his room.

Roselyn walked toward her room too, after thanking the blond maid for having accompanied her and for her precious help.

She stayed in her room for one hour to try the dress on one more time and to contemplate how good it suited her, for the first time she felt truly beautiful.

When it was lunchtime Roselyn reached the dining room jumping happily like a child who is going to open the gifts that Santa Clause brought.

John laughed seeing her jumping and dancing reaching the door. The maids that accompanied her had to rush their walks to keep up with her. Some maids, the oldest ones, glowered at the lady probably wondering what was the reason to drive her to be so joyful.

"Someone is in a good mood all in a sudden?" John asked. Roselyn cleared her voice and composed herself, she forgot that he was going to be there already.

The King was drinking wine, as usual, while he was scanning his lady upside down.. He wondered if she would have all that energy during other practices too and a smirk unconscious curved his lips.