As a princess, the dresses she had to wear were so tight, she could barely breathe. She couldn't wait until the day when she would have completed her revenge and left this princess life behind. She would divorce her demon husband and probably start a family with a human farmer or something.
She lay on the bed with a deep sigh. At the rate she was going, killing the king could take her many more years and she could even end up imprisoned while trying. With different thoughts running through her head, she had a troubled sleep.
***
"Your highness, the envoys have arrived." Came the voice of Simone, one of Zamien's men.
"Is it?" Zamien said softly and then walked into his wife's room. He sat on her bed, watching her sleep, his long slender fingers rubbing her forehead.
He stayed for a few more minutes before planting a kiss on Dessa's head and leaving.
***
Dessa was feeling impatient. All day long she had rested in her bedroom. The morning had finally passed but the afternoon seemed to drag on as if a slug was tied to time and refused to move.
She hadn't even seen her husband today, though she had heard he was meeting people from another kingdom.
She didn't care too much, as she was sure he wouldn't betray her. Tonight was the Octave ball and she was finally going to meet the king. The Octave is a ball celebrated in every kingdom on the arrival of a new crown princess; members of other kingdoms are usually not invited to such an event. Dessa was more than just excited for the ball.
She spent the next hour practicing her elegance and classic conduct. But even when she had finished practicing for the evening's party, there were still too many hours remaining before ball-gowns could be donned and perfume applied on her freshly washed neck.
Dessa walked up and down the corridors in the prince's palace, in and out of rooms. She even bullied the maids and the servants. "Bring me tea," "Bring me cake," "Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Time refused to yield.
After another hour, she trotted all the way to the stables and saddled a brown pony. A horse she had gotten familiar with called Buckle.
"Let's go!" she yelled "Let's go!!"
The stable keeper watched her go by. Horse and rider looked as if they were on wings. She galloped down from the smooth road into the horse riding field. Going around and around, she basked in the fresh air the open field brought in.
By the time she finally got tired and returned the horse, she was gratified to find that the time had edged forward by several hours. Now she could take a long shower while reading a book.
In her bedroom, she rang the bell for Keisha and Becky.
"Hot water," she said "And lot's of it."
After her bath she would emerge like a moth from a chrysalis and pour herself into her beautiful black ball-gown and then, she would become the fabulous Crown princess Irridessa Ylvai, the toast of the ball.
She shut her eyes and admitted to herself that she really shouldn't be doing this, yet she didn't care. It was perfectly okay to want to look beautiful once in a while.
Sometimes she wished she could bring her sister, Basillia, into the palace, and make her a princess too. It had always been her wish to protect the little ones, especially Tinkerbell and Basillia. Yet she couldn't find any of them, she was only able to feel their presence.
Her little Bassy would be 19 now, all grown up, and Zarrina. Dear, good, kind Ina. She imagined her as a princess in a ball. She would gracefully swim into ballrooms like a beautiful goldfish. One flicker of her gentle eyes and men were reduced to heaps of longing, filled with a pure love. How much she missed her sisters. She couldn't deny that she missed and craved that love she got from them.
Dessa lay back in the clear water glistening with bath oil and filled with flower petals and dreamed of the day when a man would love her with a true and eternal love.