The bed felt so comfortable Bellatrix didn't want to come out.
"Please my lady, you have to get up."
"Vivian, give me two more minutes."
"But-"
"Oh, if you're still talking I'll make that an hour."
Vivian hurried out the door and to Victor waiting in the hall.
"Sir?" she says out of breath.
"Tell Me?"
"Her Highness refuses to get out of bed."
He nods and Vivian hurries away. The suitors are soon to arrive and she isn't dressed.
He hurries to her room and finds her tucked in the sheets.
"Bellatrix!" She jumps into a sitting posture bed on hearing her name.
"V-V-Victor?"
"Out of bed! Now!"
She obeys and gets out. Yes, he knows he mustn't be speaking to his Queen in such a manner but it is at least working.
He walks to her tub where the water has already been prepared and grabs a towel. Her familiar jasmine and lavender hit his nose. Almost everything in her room is in the color gold.
He walks back to her and throws the towel at her face, "Time for your bath. The suitors will soon be here."
She lazily gets up and walks over to the tub as Victor stares.
"Do you want to bathe me?"
"What?!" Victor asks surprised.
"Do you want to bathe me?"
"Listen, I don't-"
"I have never seen you that shade of red."
Victor turns away and heads out of her room. Stupid girl, she doesn't even know what she's saying. She stares at him as he leaves.
'I asked him for a mere bath and he ran out!' she thinks.
The milky water is warm and relaxing but as Victor said, the suitors will soon arrive.
Bellatrix rushes out of the bathroom to her room where a blue gown lays on the bed. She drops it on and dries her hair.
The dress hugs tight to her breasts, waist and falls to her feet with pearls on the waist area. It looks like it was sewn then shredded at the bottom revealing her thighs and slim legs.
After confirming she was ready, she took a deep breath and walked out. Victor waited for her at the bottom of the stairs.
"My lady, the suitors have arrived. They're seated in the living room."
Bellatrix nodded and Victor escorted her to them. The men all got up as soon as she walked in.
She turned to Victor once more who gave her an encouraging nod.
"Thank you for honoring us here today, Your Highness."
She turns to the source of the voice. It's a man with short brown hair to his neck and brown eyes. He's in a blue shirt branded with silver stripes.
"And who might you be?"
"Crowned Prince Seradone of your Sevastone Kingdom. At your service." He says the last part slightly bowing and throwing her a wink, "Pleasure meeting you, Queen Bellatrix."
"I'd rather you all just called me Bellatrix."
They all nod and the introductions continue.
"Prince Dalton of Sevastone Kingdom. Prince Anthony of Edranfore. Prince Ezekiel of Tarugon Kingdom. Prince Gayton of Rilikya Kingdom."
Introductions Done!
"It's a pleasure having you here. I hope you do enjoy your stay, I'll see you around," Bellatrix turns to Victor, "I hope you can handle the rest."
He nods and she heads back upstairs. She had ordered Vivian to tell the tailors to make her male attires.
Vivian is seated on the bed admiring the set of bracelets. Some golden others silver. With all kinds of stones.
"Do you like them?"
She jumps up from the bed startled, "I'm sorry, Your Highness."
"Hmm. I asked if you liked them not if you're sorry."
"Um...I do. They're beautiful just like you are." Bellatrix slowly strides towards her, her brow raised.
I'm dead. She's going to kill me mercilessly. She looks like a tiger ready to pounce with those golden orbs staring at me.
She stops right in front of Vivian, her face hard.
"I don't know what you mean. Complementing or flirting-"
"I wasn't!"
No! I just interrupted her. I heard she could cut off my tongue if she is in a bad mood or whip me for this but instead she smiles.
"Either way, don't. And....don't interrupt me. It's rude, I'll cut your tongue."
Bellatrix smirks seeing Vivian's horrified face.
Vivian is twenty-six and Bellatrix is a naughty nineteen-year-old. But she still has her way of evoking fear in people. Seems to be a strait she took from her father.
"Did you get them?"
"Yes."
"You may leave." Vivian rushes to the door as fast as she can but Bellatrix stops her.
"Wait?"
"Yes, Your great highness."
"No need for that. Your tongue is still safe....at least this time. Thank you."
Vivian is surprised for a moment but rushes out.
Bellatrix turns to the clothes and smiles happily. 'I will give you a king alright!' she says to herself.
There are a lot of clothes on the bed but one truly catches her eye.
It's a black shirt with gold linings on the shoulders and black pants just the perfect fit.
She tries them on and they're just her size. The pants hold tight to her waist as her dress would. She buttons the shirt leaving a clear view of her cleavage.
' Perfect. Just perfect. Now for that meeting with Lucas.'