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A fair skinned girl sat in front of her mirror, brushing out her long, black hair. It was smooth, and shiny, no hint of grease, and no frizz. Most girls would die for her hair. Even though the tangels were long since out, she kept brushing, not sure of what else to do. She began to comtimplate what she should do that day. Should she go outside and enjoy the sun. She shook that idea. Her skin was so pale, that any prolonged time spent in the sun would result in a burn. As much as the girl loved to be outside, she hated burning, and until she could suck it up and get a burn to darken her skin, or get it more used to the sun, she would not be able to stay in the warm bask of the sun for very long. She out her brush down on the table, and looked herself over in the mirror. Her lips were natuarally a rose color, and her eyes the color of grass or emralds. As she watched the reflection in the mirror, feeling as though it was not her, that the person she was looking at was someone else, she decided to go loose herself in a book. She stood up, glancing at the reflection once more. Before she took more then a step, her mother came bursting into the room.
"Sayomi! My child, what are you still doing dressed like that! Have you forgotten that we are going to meet, with the kingdom of Martision, so that we can discuss better trading routes with them? We need these trade routes. Without being able to cut around them, or through them without being taxed or having to pay a portion of our goods, our people will surely starve!" Her mother stated to her. Her mother was over dramatic, and was a very loud person. She had her mothers lips, and hair, but her fathers eyes, and a lot of her personality. Just as the young women was about to argue, a group of maids came in, some holding a dress, others holding shoes, and one, was holding a corset. Once Sayomi's eyes hit the corset, she looked at her mother.
"I am not wearing that! Why do I even have to go. You and daddy have never made me go before. Why must I go, and get dressed up? I won't have anything to do. I don't want to sit and talk politics with you guys." She turned away from her mother, and crossed her arms over her sleder figure. She didn't want to go to a place that she didn't know. With people that she didn't know. Before she could argue anymore, her mothers voice got stern. "Do not make me get your father. He is stressed out enough." Her mother didn't say anymore, but just left the room. With a sigh, she turned and looked at the maids, who almost looked like they were going to enjoy tormenting her. "Alright. Let's get started..."
Before she knew it, she was almost naked, sitting back down, trying not to be pulled back as they pulled the string on the corset, tightening it. She didn't need it to be thinner, she was already plenty thin. She wasn't deathly skinny, but wasn't chunky either. She was the perfect weight, or at least that was what she though. As they pulled for the last time, she let out a small gasp of pain. The maid loosened it up, and tied it. She stood up with a look of agony on her face. "You know Eliza, I hate this with a passion." she said to her maid, who just smiled. They brought in her dress, and she slipped into the dress. It was not like her mothers. It was not poofy or lacy. It was a fitting, floor length satin dress. It was a deep red, almost the color of a rose, and hugged her body in all the right places. Or at least that is what her father told her. She wouldn't let them put any make up on here, and only let them give her naturally straight hair a slight curl at the ends.
After she was done, her mother came in and smiled. "Was that really so hard? You look stunning. But why won't you ever let them put make up on you? Oh nevermind it. Your father told me that instead of 'talking policitics' with us, you can join their son. Maybe go outside. By the time we get there, it will be sunset, so there won't be so much sun out." her mother brushed her daughters face with her hand, the took her arm and turned to walk out. Sayomi said no more, but before they left the room, she grabbed her bag. Which held jewelry she will probably have to put on, and a book to read on the way, and when she got there.
"Sayomi! My child, what are you still doing dressed like that! Have you forgotten that we are going to meet, with the kingdom of Martision, so that we can discuss better trading routes with them? We need these trade routes. Without being able to cut around them, or through them without being taxed or having to pay a portion of our goods, our people will surely starve!" Her mother stated to her. Her mother was over dramatic, and was a very loud person. She had her mothers lips, and hair, but her fathers eyes, and a lot of her personality. Just as the young women was about to argue, a group of maids came in, some holding a dress, others holding shoes, and one, was holding a corset. Once Sayomi's eyes hit the corset, she looked at her mother.
"I am not wearing that! Why do I even have to go. You and daddy have never made me go before. Why must I go, and get dressed up? I won't have anything to do. I don't want to sit and talk politics with you guys." She turned away from her mother, and crossed her arms over her sleder figure. She didn't want to go to a place that she didn't know. With people that she didn't know. Before she could argue anymore, her mothers voice got stern. "Do not make me get your father. He is stressed out enough." Her mother didn't say anymore, but just left the room. With a sigh, she turned and looked at the maids, who almost looked like they were going to enjoy tormenting her. "Alright. Let's get started..."
Before she knew it, she was almost naked, sitting back down, trying not to be pulled back as they pulled the string on the corset, tightening it. She didn't need it to be thinner, she was already plenty thin. She wasn't deathly skinny, but wasn't chunky either. She was the perfect weight, or at least that was what she though. As they pulled for the last time, she let out a small gasp of pain. The maid loosened it up, and tied it. She stood up with a look of agony on her face. "You know Eliza, I hate this with a passion." she said to her maid, who just smiled. They brought in her dress, and she slipped into the dress. It was not like her mothers. It was not poofy or lacy. It was a fitting, floor length satin dress. It was a deep red, almost the color of a rose, and hugged her body in all the right places. Or at least that is what her father told her. She wouldn't let them put any make up on here, and only let them give her naturally straight hair a slight curl at the ends.
After she was done, her mother came in and smiled. "Was that really so hard? You look stunning. But why won't you ever let them put make up on you? Oh nevermind it. Your father told me that instead of 'talking policitics' with us, you can join their son. Maybe go outside. By the time we get there, it will be sunset, so there won't be so much sun out." her mother brushed her daughters face with her hand, the took her arm and turned to walk out. Sayomi said no more, but before they left the room, she grabbed her bag. Which held jewelry she will probably have to put on, and a book to read on the way, and when she got there.