another. This time a dark blue with gold trim. He looked frantic and unsure of what he was doing or where we were.
“You need to change. I will send one of my sister's maids to help you,” he instructed.
“You have a sister?”
“Three. One of them should be the same size as you. They will want to meet you once you are dressed and ready,” he said
as he did up his jacket and brushed his fingers through his hair.
Coming back to me, he knelt in front of me and cupped the side of my face before pressing a kiss lightly on my forehead. I
was still dazed from everything that happened moments ago. From receiving my first kiss, being stolen, and taken away to
another place—another world maybe—I was beyond confused and rattled. Now, I was sitting in what appeared to be his
bedroom.
“I will return shortly. I have things to do. Wait here. I won’t be long.”
Leaving me then, he shut the door behind him, and I sat there bewildered. My heart pounded in my chest and a trickle of
sweat made its way down my spine. I was still in this ghastly wedding dress. It most certainly was going to be set on fire once
I was out of it.
Everything happened quite quickly once a maid entered the room. It had been only minutes after Nicholas left me. She
looked just as surprised to see me sitting there as I was to be here.
My eyes drifted over her, taking in her appearance. She was a plump, short woman. Strawberry blonde hair sat in a neat
bun atop her head. Her nearly sky blue eyes stood out amongst her features. She wore a simple brown dress with an apron
around the waist. She seemed to be slightly frazzled and out of sorts.
“My apologies, mistress, for keeping you.” She curtsied as she surveyed me.
“That’s quite alright,” I mumbled, still in shock.
Her lips drew a hard line as she took hold of my hands and lifted me up from the bed. Circling me, she kept clicking her
tongue, possibly wondering where to start with me.
“I’m sure you will fit one of my ladies’ dresses perfectly. Let me go fetch one for you. Please wait right here.”
Again, I was being told to wait—alone. She clicked her fingers and disappeared in a puff of smoke, shocking me to fall
backwards onto the bed. Where in the Goddess was I? I knew Nicholas used magic. Did his household staff as well? My eyes
widened more as she reappeared seconds later. She gave me a strange look as I gripped the bedpost tightly for support.
“Oh, I do apologise, mistress. I assumed everyone knew magic existed.”
“I know it does. However, where I am from at least, many don’t use it as freely as you just did,” I told her honestly.
Draped over her arm was a black satin gown. Hanging it up onto Nicholas’s wardrobe door, she popped some black heels
to match underneath it and then set her eyes back on me.