Chapter 50: Let the Game Begin.

I look at myself in the mirror, as helpers swarm in and out of my chambers with rings, crowns, neck pieces, clothes, perfumes, and what not to embezzle me for the ceremony. They pull the strings to the corsets, pulling several gowns up and down my body diligently waiting for approval from mom.

Well, she believed her daughter should look the best, and has taken over the duty to try all the hundred and two dresses on me to select one.

Which apparently will accentuate my beauty.

I grin at the irony of the idea of choosing a husband. All they could see is me in my best form caked in layers of tints to highlight even my flaw, and what I will see is the glory written on scrolls beside them exaggerating even the deed of killing a mute animal hidden behind trees and bushes.

I roll my eyes when I see mom's eyes light up in excitement at the perfect dress. The same old story, a dress that vacates nothing to the imagination. The corset was pulled tight enough to pop my breasts through the cu