Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 89

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Chapter 89: She Would Not Bow To Him

"I’m going to die!" Islinda’s scream echoed across the room as she went through the torture of putting on a corset.

She was leaning against the wall with both hands while Aurelia drew the corset tight against her lower back.

"Just breathe, my lady, you’re not going to die," Aurelia cajoled as she tightened the corset against her lower back. The gods knew she could feel her kidney rearranging.

"Just until how long do I have to wear this device of torture?" Islinda asked through gritted teeth. The pain of the whole ordeal was giving way to irritation and it wouldn’t be surprising if she passed that aggression on someone else.

She went on to say," Shouldn’t this be snug enough so it’s comfortable to wear, not literally stealing my breath away? I wouldn’t be surprised if so many women have died from this already," She spat out, obviously on the edge.

Aurelia did not answer, rather the laughter of one of the other Fae carried across the room. Islinda recognized the female Fae, she was called Rosalind or so.

Rosalind said, "My lady, you would attend social functions with Master Aldric until he says otherwise and so would continue to wear such. The corset emphasizes the waistline and tenderly folds your breast, upbearing and focusing on your curves. Had you been Fae with our slender frame, you wouldn’t need much..... "

The Fae trailed off when Aurelia glowered at her with so much intensity, she fumbled out an apology at once.

"I-I sorry, miss, no, my lady...." She couldn’t meet her eyes, lowering her face to the ground apologetically, "It was stupid of me to make such an insensitive comment."

Islinda did not respond to the apology because she was struck dumb. She was slim and assumed her shape was ideal until a Fae practically called her fat. And to be honest, Islinda’s ego was bruised because it was true. How could she compete against the Fae’s willowy and unusual beauty?

"Perhaps next time..." Aurelia spoke this time, drawing her attention, "We won’t need the corset. There are lovely bodice that has no boning, but it is reinforced with haircloth that allows it to keep the shape without constraining your chest, allowing you to breathe freely,"

The Fae was trying to assuage her, Islinda realized. She glared at the Fae who made the reckless comment and she dropped her gaze at once.

Good for her, Islinda relished the power trip because she calmed her breathing and answered Aurelia, "I would very much prefer that next time."

A slow smile lifted Aurelia’s lips.

Damn the Fae, Islinda made up her mind that she was not going to be intimidated by their perfection. No wonder they looked so unnatural. There was love in diversity and she, Islinda, would love herself.

"I think we are done here," Aurelia announced, stepping back.

Rosalind and the other female Fae with her, appeared with a mirror large enough to view her whole appearance and Islinda gasped at her reflection. The silver blue garment was elegant and the low stand up collar and the ornately shaped yoke fetch out a princess aristocratic bearing. The coquettish quilted sleeves and tassets with half-round scallops contribute to the matchless fascination of the baroque.