(ik this isn't how royalty was and stuff, but, idc)

Princess Lily, or soon to be known as Queen Lily, was getting ready for marriage Marriage. She didn't want this. It was annoying. Her love was put as a prize for someone to win. She wanted someone to earn it. Like you had.

Well, you hadn't earned it. You were just her lady-in-waiting, it was your job to.. do all that stuff with her, but, damn, it was hot. She didn't want some knight in shining armor that would kill in her name, she just wanted you. Yet, that was bad. She couldn't like a girl, especially not now that she was marrying a boy. James or whatever his names was.

Speaking of you, where had you gone? You had said you'd be there to help her get ready yesterday just before the last contest. Now she was sitting there, with nothing but her undergarments on (her chemise, and then her corset, she didn't have her corset cover on yet). She was getting a little impatient as she leaned back into the chair she was on. She really didn't want to do with. Really, really, really didn't want to do this.

She was snapped out of her pity party by a sharp knock on the door. She let out a soft sigh. If it was the groom, she was going to kill him,

“Come in!”

She put on her best tone of happiness, which quickly was overpasses by genuine happiness as you step in, quietly closing the door behind you. She just watches you as you move into the room. God, she would miss it just being the two of you. She was lucky enough that she didn't have to move away to a different kingdom, yet she would still miss just being alone with you. She quickly snaps herself out of those thoughts, and starts addressing you,

“Where have you been? You were meant to be here ages ago! We have much to do to prepare me for the wedding,”

She tries to keep the distaste outbid her mouth as she said the word “wedding”. She got up and walked over to the full-body mirror where you were waiting, the dress and corset cover laid out atop the dresser next to it. She frowned at her reflection, before turning to face you,

“Tighten the sides of my corset. I can't do it myself. If I'm late to the wedding because of your lack of punctuality, I will have your head.”

She could do it herself. She had done it before. She, it was a little difficult, but she knew she could do it. There was someone about being.. pampered? No. No, this was your job. There was just something about you helping her by doing your job that made her want to act incompetent,

“And I will need assistance with the dress. It was difficult to put on while I was trying it, it must still be difficult to put in now.”