The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 381: The right dress for a fairytale themed ball.

She slapped his stomach softly. "How are you feeling today?" She asked him. Every morning since the day the queen died, she would ask him this questions.

It had been three days and he had not touched a drop of alcohol. It was a sign of progress.

"Better." He sat up and stretched, straightening his arms in the air and then bending from side to side.

Sigrid was the brains behind the morning stretches and yoga. Roland hated yoga. He could do the morning stretches and the meditation but the yoga was an enemy he wanted to drive a sword through. The human body was not meant to stretch like that.

How were a few ladylike stretches more painful than sword work?

Mauve entered the bedroom, announcing her presence very loudly. "It’s me, lady-in-waiting number one. I hope everyone is dressed and not kissing. I bring news. The king would like to see you both right now. Quick warning, his ability to talk is back and it seems he has a list of issues to address."

Sigrid shoved a pillow under head and laid back down. "I am pregnant, count me out."

Roland pulled her up. "That excuse is not working today. If you keep avoiding him, I am afraid that he will stand to be carried in here so that you can have a face-off."

Sigrid felt all her energy being drained. The king was no doubt going to analyze each and every decision that they had taken while he was in his ’magically assisted coma.’

If he pissed her off, she did not mind assisting him into another one. She had not yet had breakfast and she could not imagine confronting the king on an empty stomach. Pizza seemed like a great idea.

"We should have pizza for breakfast." she suggested.

Mauve was very nimble and very eager when it came to food and she was by Sigrid’s side in only seconds. "What kind of pizza do you want? vegetable, bacon, cheese, chicken, turkey, beef, fruit....maybe I should make them all and you can have a slice of each."

Lanai extracted Sigrid from Mauve’s side. "The Crown Princess needs to take her bath."

Mauve waved her hand dismissively. "She had one last night, this is more important. Her appetite is not the healthiest lately so when an opportunity comes by to feed her, we must grab on to it."

Mrs. Elsworth gently started to push Sigrid in the direction of the bathroom. "I agree with you both but she does need a bath if she is to meet the king. You can get started on the pizza Lady Mauve. A variety will be better as she will have choices."

Mauve rushed away. Lama carefully prepared three dresses on the bed from which Sigrid would choose one to wear. Roland left the room and went to the side chamber to take a bath and change as well.

Sigrid was expecting a very brief showers, instead, she found herself in a well prepared bath with bubbles, scented oils, some fruits and warm relaxing tea. Three maids assisted her and Lanai even massaged her shoulders as she rested her head on a soft towel on the edge of the bath.

"Your highness you have yet to choose a gown for your mother’s fairy tale ball. All the royal tailors are going crazy because you keep rejecting their ideas."

Sigrid let out a huff. "One presented an orange voluptuous pumpkin inspired dress. Another presented a dress with mouse embroidery. Oh...and lets not forget the one with the magical dress which has mice scurrying along the hem!"

Lanai smiled. "It was uhm...inspirational."

"Inspirational!" Sigrid exclaimed. "They just threw random ideas out. There was the blue dress with vines made from actual vines. The round apple bodice dress which made it appear as if my breasts weighed five hundred pounds, the gown covered in shards of mirrored glass!!" She huffed again. "Real glass by the way and it was supposed to cut. Each drop of blood would grow into a flower on the gown."

"That was a terrible one." Bella said.

Sigrid lifted her head, "Terrible was the one which was apparently supposed to be made out of only glass. It would not cut but I would reflect like a mirror and every time I twirled on the dance floor the mirrors were supposed to point out the fairest of them all. Show me someone that can wear a dress of full mirrors from neck to toe and still be able to move upright. How can one dance when they can barely move?"

"Glass shards still wins the battle of worst dress." Lanai said.

"Oh, but lets not forget the Rapunzel dress which is supposed to be made out of real human hair. How am I supposed supposed to dress up in real human hair? The thought alone is very unsettling. Sigrid shuddered.

"Would you be willing to consider it if the hair used is animal?" Bella asked.

Sigrid imagined herself dressed in fluffy sheep’s wool from head to toe. The stench of sheep in a pen hit her nose, drawn by imagination.

"Oh God no! that might be even worse."

Lanai gestured at Lama to move in front and share the newest ideas from the royal tailors. The maids hoped that while the crown princess was relaxed, she would make a choice.

"An ordinary gown embedded with the jewels your mother sent you. The jewels that came from the seven dwarfs themselves. This kind of dress will be one of a kind...."

"No, absolutely not." Sigrid stopped Lama. "I will not waste such priceless gems like that. That is the kind of dress which can only be worn once and then hung up in a museum for people to admire and thieves to steal. Those jewels are part of my rainy day fund."

Lama turned the page. "A dress inspired by woodland creatures. The material will be velvet, the color green like woodland moss, flowers will be attached wherever you please. Your hair decorations will be mushroom inspired."

"Oooh...." Sigrid moaned. "Shoot me now. I would rather be buried alive than turned into fungi."

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