"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Kyera asked as Mally wrapped her in silks and lace . She tied and adjusted so many things and layers that Kyera wasn't sure how to take the outfit off anymore . It was so much more complex than her shift in the forest . Mally looked at her and offered a smile, the pins she was holding in between her pale, unpainted lips bounced, emphasizing the expression .
"Yes . We have to make sure you have a good cover before you become one of the Rebellion, Kyera . Afterall, you can't expect to live as a tiger all the time . You will chance Beasting . " Mally chided, she shivered involuntarily at the mention of beasting . "You are at a greater risk you know, after the last time you fell to it . "
AdvertisementIt was a illness… or more a total personality shift when a shifter spent too long in its second form . They would begin to lose their humanity . Voice, compassion, comradeship, and anything not natural to their Wild One brethren . Kyera had seen in twice before, and she bit her lip remembering those cold, blank eyes . She had no memory of the days the Beasting had taken place in her body, after her brothers died . She remembered waking up in Verone's arms with him begging her to come back to him .
"Alright, I get it . " Kyera conceded but then, she pouted slightly . "but how am i supposed to learn how to dress myself?" she asked, a slight whine in her voice . Mally couldn't help but laugh .
"Later, once this fits you properly ill stitch some of the pieces together to simplify the steps . " Mally promised, as if trying to appease a child . She had been here so long, wearing these complicated garments was second nature . Now, whenever she put on her emerald shifting dress from the forest, she felt indecent . She had no delusions that Kyera would learn to be the same, but she knew she could learn to tolerate it .
"Lets go over it again, The Emperor is trusting but if a queen is there you will need to match me perfectly . "
"Okay, I am here to visit you and offer my medical skills that i recently learned from our shared Teacher in order to improve your ability . " Kyera recited, raising her arms so the fabric was out of the way as Mally checked the seams . The leopard nodded .
"Go on . " she said muffled as she pinned a section and began quickly stitching it into place . Kyera's willowy form was so well toned that the dress buckled too much at the waist .
"My objective is to somehow get the Emperor to offer me a place as a Palace Girl or Beauty and dedicate myself to take care of animals and the garden . If nothing else, just get permission to visit frequently to continue your training . " Kyera continued, and after running through their back story again Mally nodded approvingly . The leopardess stepped back and circled her, admiring her handiwork . The dress was perfect . They just needed to do Kyera's hair and they would be good as gold .
"Exactly . Remember the Emperor is always His Majesty, or My Lord Emperor . The Queens are First Queen Kira and Second Queen Fae . Your grace can get by if they are in a good mood . " Mally added feeling a little apprehensive . The Emperor had a good temper and was more forgiving than the two queens .
"Yes, I remember . However . I fail to see how this will help me break this magical noose . " Kyera replied touching her waist . Far beneath the layers of fabric, a magic twine twisted through her insides threatening to cause pain the moment she tried to break the contract . The collar that it was attached to was carefully hidden, bucked around her upper arm, out of site in the flowy dress . Mally sighed softly .
"If we are lucky we can buy you enough time to find out what the condition for your release from the spell is . If we can find that out, we can break it . " Mally explained sounding optimistic . Deep in her heart she knew the chances were slim . There was a good chance they had woven a loophole into the curse, just as they had with Mally's . She could never return home, but she prayed Kyera was not so unfortunate . Mally had adapted to the palace but… . Kyera… her people were her life . Without them would she strive to survive?
Chapter end
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