A 17th Birthday
It was the 17th birthday of Adira Chantelle, but instead of spending her day doing what she wanted, she was in a dressing room being squeezed to unthinkable lengths in a corset.
It was the annual hand in marriage Gala, it happened every time a princess, or prince turned 17. A princess quarter was pulling the strings of a red corset, tightening it to where Adira could hardly even breathe.
It was fit for every occasion, dress, evening gown, and even peasant clothing. It wasn’t only Adira’s 17th birthday, it was also Stephan Chantelle’s, Princess Hara and Tabatha Auclair, and practically all of the heirs of the 4 kingdoms. Odd, isn’t it.
If she squeezes this thing one more time my lungs might just combust. Adira muttered in her head, it’s as if there was to be no room for her body in this death contraption.
“Please do hurry Maiden Claire, Mama requested I am to be ready for brunch with my siblings.” Adira squeaked through sharp breaths.
“Sorry Lady Adira, I’m almost- Ok finished!” She gasped in exhaustion as she tied the corset.
“Have you had my light gold dress strewn? I requested for one of the quarters too.” Adira questioned; her fingers cupped as she waited.
“Yes it is Lady Adira, it’s hung on your closet door.” The quarter responded.
Adira slightly nodded as she gripped the silk encrusted dress. She slipped on the beautiful dress, turning as it flowed lusciously around her hips. The color complimented her red hair, her face glowing in pure awe.
“It’s almost 11 Malady.” The quarter reminded, peering at Adira’s stunning look.
It was a protruding stare as if the quarter were about to personally rip it off for themselves. Adira took a nod and slipped on a pair of heels, a beautiful pair. She made her way down a turquoise, marble, golden touched staircase. A grand one, One she always loved to see, a compliment to her bland stare.
She took a slight nod to the quarters as she made her way to a large dining room. It was grand, turquoise hues, golden trimmed windows, beautiful marble pillars and a large, stretched oak table that sat her eldest and youngest family.
She took a strangled breathe, she was extremely nervous for the new dukes and kings to request for her hand.
I wonder how many will call for me. She thought as she fiddled with her fingers.
“Ah Sister. Come! Take a seat.” Stephan’s deep soothing voice rung through her ears, he stretched out a hand with a keen smile on his face.
She smiled in return, taking his hand as he herded her over to a pulled seat. “Where is our dearest Mama” Adira frowned, her disappointed stare darting to her father, King Enzo. “She is busy with the quarters, they’ve messed up her laundry again. I swear those quarters have it in to make her angry.” Her father remarked, running his fingers over a chalice of wine, the golden brim shining with each rub.
Her eldest brother Achilles let out a simple chortle, his eyes in an annoying haze. She took a sigh as she sat on the royal interior, the corset squeezing her even more in this position.
“Mama! YOU MUST MAKE HASTE!” Adira’s sister, Elanor, reamed, her heels clicking as she stormed into the dining room.
“Is that really such a way a lady would call her mother, Elanor?” Her father snapped, his eyes locked on his daughter.
“Apologies Papa, but she is taking forever and soon we shall need to go for the Galla.” Elanor sighed, Achilles pulling out a chair for her as she clasped her palms.
Elanor, the pretty sister. She was always punctual, demanding if something wasn’t right, she was a strong woman.
“She has a point Papa, I wouldn’t want to be late to my own Galla,” Adira admitted, her ginger locks falling on her shoulders.
“You have a point dearest, but there will be no need for yelling.” Her mother, Queen Valencia, suggested, making her way down the grand staircase that she herself came down not too long ago.
“Happy Birthday Adira, I hope you pick the right hand. Do not forget you will unite the kingdoms you marry.” Her mother reminded, her icy gaze warmed a bit as she sat in a grand chair next to her father.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness!” A quarter called, sprinting in with a hand of letters.
“You bloody- god. Give them here, hurry.” Queen Valencia muttered, motioning the quarter to come impatiently.
She took the letters in hand, opening to read each one.
Dear Situs family, coming from the kingdom of Orchestra, our eldest Heir, Roman Harlens, wishes to request the hand of Adira Chantelle. He will arrive tonight at the stroke of 8, waiting for the games.
Sincerely, Queen Raya.
It hasn't even been a month since Mama sent out a letter stating when my birthday was. Adira thought anxiously, her thumb pressed to her lip as she waited for the next letter.
To The Situs Family, our eldest heir Shames Kingston, requests to compete for the hand in marriage over your eldest daughter Lady Adira Situs. We will arrive at sunset on march 17th. A day after your ladies birthday.
Sincerely, The Bloomington Kingdom.
Adira felt anxious, did she actually have princes, dukes, and maybe even kings who wanted her?
It's not as if it mattered either way. The Gala was tonight, she had no time to think.
"Adira, are you completely ready for the gala, the quarters are almost finished setting everything up." Queen Valencia questioned, her case locked on her daughter.
Adira thought for a second before responding, "Yes, I am ready."
Queen Valencia nodded, adira was the first born female he
~*+ Authors Note +*~
This is still a work in progress, I hope you enjoy my first chapter. I will inform when I plan on publishing. As always with much love, LJ.
