The Sword And The Dress Romane & Geschichten

"I've already gone with you to try that dress several times. What's wrong with missing it once? Natalie just got back. She was alone with all that luggage. "As a friend, I had to pick her up. You're usually so reasonable. Why make a fuss over something this small? Do you really have to give me the silent treatment over this?" "I'm fine." I brushed his hands away, hung the towel back on the rack, and turned to leave. "Really?" Enzo followed me out, sounding noticeably more relaxed. "Did you finalize the dress yesterday, then? Send me the bill. I'll sign it." I walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and took out the stamped order form.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

I pulled the top of my dress out of the way to give her access to it although by now she could probably find it underneath anything I was wearing. And yes for the first time in a long time she got me in a dress. It was a deep royal blue with an open back. It had a high neck and it was sleeveless. I had a matching waist belt wrapped around the middle and gold snake patterned heels. My blazer was dark charcoal and went well. I just couldn’t attach my sword to the small belt. So I was getting death stares from Mizuki since I had it across my back. After she finished, Jade said softly, “I can get you before we go to sleep tonight.”

He was taller up close, the morning light carving the sharp angles of his face. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze dropping to the practice sword, then traveling up her form in the leathers. It was not a leering look; it was an appraisal, cool and thorough. She felt strangely more exposed than she had in the ridiculous sapphire gown. "You lied," he stated. "You assumed," she countered. "There's a difference. My father said 'act like a lady.' He didn't say be one. This," she gestured to herself with the sword, "is who I am. The rest is costume."

Before I could respond, the door opened and two women stepped in, carrying dresses. Not just dresses. Weapons. Silk, velvet, black lace, silver beading that caught the light like shards of broken glass. Gowns not made for weddings… they were made for war. My throat went dry. Valerio gestured toward them like a king presenting spoils. “Choose. But remember… you’re not going there to hide. You’re going there to burn.” The first dress was deep crimson, like spilled wine. Floor length, hugging my curves. Too loud, too obvious maybe.

My hand covers my mouth. Hanging up by my wardrobe is a beautiful midnight blue dress. It sparkles but not as if it’s covered in rhinestones, as if stars themselves are embedded in the fabric. It’s strapless with a slit up the leg. It’s honestly the most wonderful piece of clothing I’ve ever been gifted. “For the dance,” Archer says. “You’re representing us now. That means your representing opulence and luxury.” My hopes and wishes fall as I remember why I’m going. “Does it have a crest on it?” I ask.

Many carried real swords, axes, bows, spears. Silvia wore a dark blue dress with silver details, wrapped in a cloak down to her feet. A silver diadem circled her head, keeping the cloak hood in place, with a blue tear-shaped gem hanging between her eyebrows. She looked radiant, so happy, her eyes so bright, that fresh smile he remembered, only one step away from her warm, merry laughter. She was just gorgeous.

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

All I needed was the right story, a little drama, and the one thing Kaiden despised more than anything else: betrayal. I strode to my wardrobe, pulling out one of my more delicate dresses. The pale fabric would work perfectly for what I had in mind. Holding it up, I let my claws extend, the sharp tips glinting in the morning light. With precise swipes, I shredded the dress, leaving it torn and tattered as though it had been through a vicious battle.

She hurried over to the small closet and peeked inside. The dress was hanging in the closet, wrapped in plastic. It was beautiful, of course. A soft blue cocktail dress made of silky fabric with an embroidered bodice. It was a dress fit for a princess. But not for long. Sophia didn’t waste any time before she pulled the scissors from her pocket and got to work. She cut methodically, destroying the dress piece by piece. She ensured that it couldn’t be repaired; she cut at odd angles, ripped apart the embroidery, and even partially extended her wolf’s claws to shred at the neckline until it was in tatters.