A/n: Just an idea that popped into my head. Please read and review!!
The Sorceress' Dressmaker
Desperate times call for desperate measures, they say. Well, I certainly was desperate when I went to the Sorceress Azkedellia after she sent out a proclamation offering good money to anyone willing to be her dressmaker. I will never forget the fear I felt as she walked around me, taking in my appearance. I will also never forget the coldness of her gaze as she looked straight into my eyes. At the time, it felt like she looking directly into my soul. However, she seemed to find nothing wrong with me, because she hired me on the spot. Later, I overheard her talking to one of her generals, Zero.
"Are you sure about that girl you have hired, Sorceress? What if she is a spy, sent here to find a weakness?"
I heard a small laugh. "Did you not see the fear in her eyes? She knows that she will die if she betrays me. And yet, she has great courage, coming to me. Or perhaps she is merely desperate. Either way, she will not risk her life." I crept carefully away after that. She was right, about everything that she had said. I would not betray. I valued my life much more than that.
The next morning, she came to the suite of rooms that were to become my prison in the annuals to come. She brought with her many designs of dresses and ensembles that she wanted made. She also brought fabrics from what must have once been many stores. She made it quite clear to me that I was not to alter any of her designs. If I came up with a design that I thought she might like, I would be allowed to show it to her. I would not be allowed to make clothing for anyone else. The list went on and on, and I agreed to everything. What else could I have done?
Many people have asked what my life was like, living in the same place as the Sorceress Azkedellia. To be honest, it was frightening. I never knew when she would show up for fittings, much less what sort of mood she would be in. Fortunately, she never came at night, so I was free to do whatever I wanted in my chambers after dinner. There were days when she was almost friendly towards me. She would talk while I made adjustments, and I would listen and give short replies if they were required. Other days there was nothing I could do to please her. Several times she threw things at me, or slapped me. Every time that happened, I became even more submissive, apologizing for everything that I did wrong, even if it hadn't been wrong the day before. I was nothing but a slave to her, and not a day didn't pass by that I wondered why I had let myself take this position.
Finally though, the day came that I was no longer useful to her. To this day, I wonder why she didn't just kill me, like many other people who worked for her. I think it must have been a lucky day for me. She did not come herself, but sent a messenger. I had just finished a beautiful silver dress, which had taken me months to complete, when a messenger came in. The message told me that I was no longer in the employ of the Sorceress, and that I was to pack my things and leave that very day. The money for my services would be waiting for me when I arrived home. It was with great relief that I left that palace. I never looked back, and once I could no longer see the palace, I ran as I had never run before. I was free at last.
A/n: Not very good, I know. But when my muse bites, I can't get rid of it. Please review, even if you didn't like it. No mean comments, please. A simple "I didn't like it" will suffice.