A/N Okay, don't shoot me! I'm so, SO sorry for abandoning my lovely friends, but I've been busy! But I'm making time(making time? Psh, I've had time. I'm just friggin' LAZY.) And I've been having FUN designing an original character who I had a fanfiction for earlier. I just changed her name because her previous name didn't fit the personality I designed for her. So, here goes my first one-shot with the character of Annabeth 'Annie' Rose Fitzherbert!
"Lungs hurt. Can't breathe. OW!" I yelp in pain as my servant tries to tighten my corset-that's an impossible task. "Can you be a little lighter?" I snap, instantly regretting it. It's not my fault corsets are crap these days. I arch my back and grimace as the strings are tightened even further. God, I can't even freaking breathe! Just as I'm about to say a bunch of heavily cursed words, another servant comes in carrying my worst nightmare.
Pantyhoes. The second worst thing next to corsets.
I raise my eyebrows, my blue eyes giving a 'you have GOT to be kidding me' look.
"I have orders from Her Highness to present you with this." The servant gives me an apologetic look and gestures to the horrid clothing items. I grimace again and hold back even more curse words. How did I even learn those? Dad, I think.
"My mother wants me to wear that?" I ask, eyeing the frilly lace. The servant nods his head.
"Yes, Princess Annabeth. She said that you need to get these on as quickly as you can and get your skirts on so we can get going." The servant nods his head formally, puts the pantyhoes on the dresser, and silently exits the room. I decide not to give the poor girl dressing me a hard time and lift my petticoats, and she silently slips the pantyhoes on. I suck in a breath. God, this hurts! Okay. I've changed my mind.
Pantyhoes are way worse than corsets.