The morning of the presentation to the monarchy, I was woken up unwillingly at the crack of dawn.
"Whyyyyy," I moaned tiredly.
My maid urged me up. "Please get up my lady, there's much to do! You need to be bathed in perfumed oil, have your hair dried and styled, and have your makeup done!"
Great. Dressing me up like a doll. I wasn't a fan of the fashion here. It could be very restrictive, especially the corsets. Which didn't even make sense because the dresses were mostly empire-waist styled.
What was the point of having a corset if you couldn't even see your waist?! I didn't mind empire-waist dresses one bit if I didn't have the corset on underneath. But that morning was different.
I got bath oil in my eyes, was poked and prodded with this world's non-electrical versions of curling wands (I was very curious about the science behind it since this world had no magic), and saw a cage. An actual cage that I was supposed to wear.
