"Princess?"
As always, Blair didn't even look up.
The butler sighed and walked toward the princess, shaking his head.
He tapped her shoulder, making her jump.
"Why did you–oh. Something you need, Samuel?" She was slightly vexed, but kept her mouth from snapping too much.
The butler stared at the girl with pity. There was paint in her hair, on her shirt, on her hands, on her nose. Her legs were spread apart in a very unladylike manner, and the fact that she was wearing trousers made it worse.
If the townsfolk saw her like this, the critics would slam her name and her name would be on everyones lips.
"The Report is in an hour." The butler announced. "You better get ready."
"Samuel, you really think I would take an hour to get ready? You know my maids better than that. I'll be ready."
Samuel bowed once before leaving the room.
The princess sighed and tried to focus on the painting.
"Damn it, Samuel." She muttered.
It had took forever to get focused on her painting with the halls practically buzzing with excitement.
It was crazy to know that there would be a thirty-five girls fighting over her brother. The princess couldn't fathom why they would ever want to be with the jackass.
"Screw it." She said, standing to clean up her equipment.
She took all her used brushes and washed them off under the sink in the corner of the small room. Then she washed off her palette thoroughly, setting it down in the afternoon sunlight filtering through the full body window.
As she was starting to cap all her paint bottles, the double door entrance suddenly opened quite loudly.
"There you are!" Kenna exclaimed. "We've been looking for you everywhere!"
"Why didn't you look here first? I'm always here."
"Just hurry up, Your Highness." Rosie said, grabbing hold of her wrist.
"But my paint will dry out if I don't close the caps–"
"We'll send someone to do it, just please hurry." Rosie started to drag the princess, who couldn't help but smile.
The only people that really amused the Princess was were her maids. They always stressed out over nothing.
"Stop that smirking." Em snapped upon their arrival of Blair's room.
The room turned into a tornado as the Blair's maids raced around as if their bums were aflame. They quickly undressed her and adorned her with a silk robe that had the kingdom's symbol embroidered in it.
The maids sat her down on the chair in front of the mirrors, and started to get Blair ready.
"Can I pick my own dress this time?" She asked with the voice that usually made people melt.
"As long as we approve of it." Kenna replied, muffled from the pins in her mouth. "But that'll be last, we need to make sure we can get your makeup on first."
"I don't need it, though." The Princess mumbled, trying not to grimace from how the pins were practically stabbing her scalp.
"As pretty as you may think you are, you need it." Kenna murmured back.
The Princess smirked. "What if I want to make a fashion statement?"
"Oh, shush. Unless you want your lipstick to be a disaster." Em scolded.
"Well, if you're doing it, it'll be one anyways."
"Excuse me?!"
Blair cracked a smile. "I'm kidding!"
The others chuckled, shaking their heads.
"But she's right," Rosie said, giving Em a little push. "We can all agree that I'm the master of lipsticking."
"Lipsticking?" Kenna asked. "Is that a word?"
"Just focus on her hair." Rosie muttered.
"How about this one?" Em asked, coming from the closet with a bright red mermaid dress with ruffles at the tail.
"I thought we agreed to throw that out." Blair said. "You know I don't that style. And can I just wear a beige one?"
"You need to stand out, though. Your mother personally requested that, and I can't disobey."
The Princess rolled her eyes. This was so like her mother.
"You have to get married off soon, you know that right? You can't keep acting as though you're some tomboy." Rosie said lightly.
"You mean acting like myself? People don't need to marry me if they don't like how I act."
"You know we're not talking about normal people. You need to start acting like a Queen."
"I'm only sixteen."
"You'll only be sixteen for so long. Your birthday is just around the corner. And before you know it, you'll be nineteen and a bachelorette." Kenna chimed in.
"Please don't vex me. I'm quite waspish today."
"Okay, how about this?" Em held up a yellow gown that had a halter style.
The Princess made face, making Rosie furrow her eyebrows.
"Stop moving." Rosie snapped.
"I want a black and gold dress. I want a nice gold too. I don't want halter, at least not tonight. I want it to be off the shoulder, and more black than gold."
"I'll come help." Kenna said, finishing off the last details of the Princess's hair.
"Hurry up with that dress!" Rosie called the others. "I need to know what kind of shades I should use."
"Found the perfect one!" Em yelled through giggling fits. "Drumroll please!"
Rosie shook her head, resisting a smile. "Just show us the dress."
Kenna rushed out of the closet to the Blair.
"I don't even care about whether or not you want this one because it's perfect. Now stand up and try it on."
The Princess stood eagerly as the maids put on the dress. She was amused at how the maids worked in perfect sync without hesitation. She could not imagine want she'd do without them.
"Do you like it?" Em asked hopefully, looking at the Princess through the mirror.
A smile grew on her face as she stared at her reflection.
The dress was truly a sight to behold. Laced gold patterns looked striking against the black silk that contrasted to the Princess's ivory skin.
It was off the shoulder with long sleeves that had black lace, showing off her collar bones.
"I love it."