Bare

Chapter 31 - Bare

Moira burst into my room carrying a large pile of cloth that seemed to be in every color and style. Her face wash flushed as if she had been sprinting through the castle, as she struggled under the weight of the fabric in her arms. 

“We have four hours to get you ready for dinner. That’s not nearly enough time.” She huffed at me, and threw the pile over the large couch in front of the fire place. I rolled my eyes, and reached out to rub a particularly ugly green colored fabric between my fingers. 

“I don’t feel the need to impress the king.” I replied more sharply than intended. It was the truth though; forget his rules of formal clothing, I would much rather stir his pot than entertain his ideas. Moira glared back at me; obviously in no mood to deal with my black cloud. 

“Remember that that we need-“ Moira started.

“We need to keep up our front, ye