Alpha Princess's Possessive Mate

Dandeline simply had a glass of water and excitedly started to dress me. She was helping me with the corset, and since I did not have a bed with a bedpost; I held onto the table cupboard. Where Channing had pinned me and remembering it was making my breath hitch as Dandeline pulled on the strings gently. 

"Did you ask where Channing went?" I asked, remembering about Channing and to keep my mind off what had happened yesterday. 

Dandeline was fiddling with the strings as she replied, while her attention was focused on the corset. "I did ask. They just said he would be back in four days, nothing else."

I hummed in response. It made me wonder if he was taking some time off. If what Fang had said was true, then Channing might have visited his past because of what happened here yesterday. But he doesn't seem like a person to ignore his duties towards the selection of Beta for the sake of his emotions. I hoped he wasn't drowning in some kind of despair. 

Dandeline was tightening the corset, and she pulled the strings in a go, almost suffocating me. My lungs hiccuped in shock. "Easy Dandeline, I am not used to this kind of clothing. Keep it as loose as possible"

She was quick to loosen it. "Sorry, I am not used to dressing corsets." Her voice was panicky as her hand fingers moved fast. "Pardon the rudeness but why did you get this century-old design? Dresses nowadays don't require corsets. You would have looked beautiful in any of them"

How was I supposed to tell her this was not my choice? Fang had got this renaissance design. "I thought it would be better for meeting my in-laws" Even though I said those words, deep down I was worried they don't think I was doing some kind of cosplay. 

Dandeline loosened the corset and brought the dress, which was in a folded state, on the bed. "This is such a gorgeous design," she said, her eyes twinkling at the dress. "Where did you find it?"

She was asking me questions I did not want to answer. "One of the ministers in the castle helped me get this." It wasn't a lie. Fang was a minister and I couldn't possibly tell her that this came as a gift for a date.

Dandeline helped me into the dress, making it fit perfectly on me before pulling up the zipper. "It is good to know you are making contacts in the court," she said, genuinely glad about the fact that I was socialising as a Princess. Little was that true. I was only familiar with one minister and he was no less than a troublemaker in my life. 

I would rather prefer any other contact in the court than Fang Warchild. Not that the king and the queen would allow it, but having no acquaintance was better than knowing Fang.

Stepping in front of the mirror, I checked myself, and I hated to admit that Fang had an excellent choice. The dress did not exactly look like something from the 19th century but a little mix with the modern times. It fitted me perfectly; the length of the skirt and the sleeves were perfect, as if stitched just for me, and the colour wasn't flashy at all, rather it complimented my hazel eyes. 

"Do you want me to tie your hair up?" Dandeline asked, knowing very well I don't like to keep my hair free-flowing.

It was something my trainer had hammered into me. My trainer herself had a boy cut. Sad for her, she couldn't ask a princess to cut her hair short. But this one time I went for practice with my hair let loose. She made me have duels in that state till I understood the importance of tying my hair during fights. I got into a habit of it as a precautionary measure of any surprise attack. 

"Just how I usually do my hair. Put them in a ponytail," I said, my eyes still fixed on the dress. How I wished my mother or father were the ones to gift me something this beautiful. Dandeline gathered my hair, and I corrected my previous decision, "You know what do a high ponytail, it would look lovely on this dress"

As a princess, I always dreamt of dressing in gowns every day. There were a few years of my life when I enjoyed being the princess, being pampered and showered with everything I had wanted, as the only child of the royal couple.

But the last 14 years of my life, I had seen the lowest and the cruellest part of the castle. There were so many morals and values I got as a human being when I pushed into the dark, damp cells. 

"Is this good?" Dandeline broke the track of my thoughts and I checked how perfectly she had done the job. 

"It is perfect," I said. Turning left and right to see the high ponytail she had secured with pins and bow with a small section of my hair covering the bow holding the rest of my hair.

My hair had already grown way too long, and this hairstyle made them look much more beautiful. 

I got up from my seat and checked the flare of the dress. There were jewels and a pair of shoes along with the dress in the box, and I put them on. I would not have liked this dress and the jewels if they were heavy, but they were silent adorned with subtle beautiful.

After I was done with everything, I checked the clock. It was almost hours since Fang had called. Outside the window, it was getting windy, as the sun had set, and the night was around the corner. The lights in the village were slowly being lit.

I wasn't expecting Fang to come all the way to my house to pick me up and attract attention. If he was planning to do that, I'd rather leave here and go into the forest and wait for him there. I had a long coat with a hood, enough to hide my dress and my face. I pulled it out of the closet and put it on with the help of Dandeline.

I was ready to leave from the back door when my phone rang. The name Fang Warchild was flashing on the screen and it took me everything to not roll my eyes right now. 

I did not wish to answer it. After staring at it for some time, I clicked my tongue before picking it up. As soon as I picked it up, his evil voice spoke, "Ready, love?"

"Ya," I answered, "I am around the forest, hope you can pick me up from there." I hadn't left my house yet, but it was better to say that lie than him coming with his car or van here. He was massively rich and it wouldn't be a shock if he had a car. For some reason, the taxation on automobiles was so high in Adalolpha that even the rich people couldn't afford it. 

Fang answered, "Sure, I am waiting right at the outset of the forest, just outside the outskirts of your village. You better not have walked too far away from the entrance of your house." He was taunting me as if he knew I was still at my house. 

"I will be there," I replied and stomped my feet out of the house after waving goodbye to Dandeline. 

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