Wasn't there normally some unspoken rule in dreams that you couldn't feel pain? Because clearly no one had told the hand maidens who were lacing up the corset they'd put her in.
"No amount of fashion is worth this." She hissed out in a aspirated tone.
Finally they'd finished stepping back to allow the princess some space.
"Your meeting the high courts for the first time princess, you must look your best." One said in explanation holding up a pale blue gown for Lydia to step in. "First impressions are always quite important."
It was gorgeous she had to admit. All pale blue and creamy lace. It showed her shoulders, loosely hanging off of them. Next came the process of her hair, which after a quick dissuasion amongst themselves was decided would hang loosely around her face in soft waves of strawberry blonde.
So by the time they had shoved her out the door passing her into a new group of people which then led her into a larger room.
It was another wolf that had escorted her. Two to be exact. One with dark hair and cold green eyes, he was large burly and bearded, also in the same golden gauntled armor as Isaac had worn.
The other was smaller in height, dark skinned brown eyes and just as heavily dressed.
When the party reached the throne room it was big and wide, covered in white and gold.
Two very beautiful people sat atop thrones covered in golden vines and jewels of all sorts.
Crowns atop their heads. "King Oberon," Isaac says, he was standing to the right of the king, arms crossed as always. "Queen Taitainia, the Halfling of the human world." Oberon leaned forward, his own red hair cascading down over his shoulders did not at all hide the elven points of his ears. Taitainia looked displeased.
"Step forward the king say."
She could totally play this role, Lydia Martin was a born princess of Beacon Hills. The only difference between these two places were that back home she could actually breathe deeply without choking.
"Lydia Martin." She says aloud, before taking the few steps forward towards the tall chairs.
Holding her head high, chin up Lydia gave a small courtesy. "If you don't mind, I have a few questions."
Well, this ought to be good. Taitaina made a hmph sound, allowing Lydia to speak.
"Go on."
"Why the hell am I here? Clearly this isn't a dream and your men basically threw me on the floor not to mention the curly haired one basically sexually harassed me." She says, arms gesturing wildly before crossing over her chest. "I would like to go home and if you don't take me just know my parents will have the best police out searching for me."
"What? I was checking your vitals, you were the one asking me to conso-" Oberon set him with a glare and it shut him right up.
"Halfling, mind your tongue."Oberon speaks, his voice echoing throughout the hall of the throne room. "You are here, because it is time to accept your role as summer princess. No human will find you here. Your 'police', are not even looking. There is a changeling in your place."
Emerald hues turned into slits as she took an angry step forward. "Do not try and tell me what I must do." Who the hell did this man think he was? "I'm not going to sit around here playing dress up in some fairy town. I have school, shopping, a boy friend for gods sake. I demand you take me home right now."
Taitainia was not having it, one wave of her finger and vines snaked their way up and around Lydia's wrists, pulling her down to her knees and forcing her to bow. "Know your place. The human world has I'll mannered you, do not speak to your father in that tone."
This was not happening, this wasn't real. Tears began streaming down her face, warm trails against her cool skin. "Let me go, please." Though this time her eyes focuses on the male in gold next to the thrones. He brought her here, maybe he could take her back?
"That is better." Taitainia released her, Isaac looked on, he was used to this sortnof thing after all. "Captain'" the queen says. Isaac turned to her. "As alpha of tour team, we entrust Oberon's daughter to you. You are to watch over and care for her."
The look on his face was clear that he wanted to protest, but he knew better than that. It was the king who spoke next.
"Your lessons begin tomorrow Lydia, he will see you to you room."
The vines slowly slithered back, leaving her free but with harsh red marks as a reminder. All of this made no sense, but clearly they wouldn't help her. So maybe she could get him to.
Watching him move closer to her, Lydia fell in step, still wiping at the water lines on her face. "Are they always like that?" She asks him, her eyes shining bright. "Is he really my father?"
"No, the king and queen are actually quite pleasant." Isaac responds, the metal of his armor clinking as he moved. "But they demand respect at all times." The next question made him shrug. "Well yes, that is why you are princess."
"And you are?" She had stopped walking now, they were in a long hall way with detailed portraits all along the walls. "I mean if your my body guard I should at least know your name."
"Isaac." He says, and when she stopped, he did as well, but he looked at her with slight irritation. "You cannot stop in the middle of the hallway. Hurry up."
Instead of moving like she was told to do, Lydia stood her ground, showcasing her well known stubbornness. "Last name please?"
He stared at her. "...Last name?" Oh that was right, humans usually carried an assortment of different names to refer to themselves.
"I do not have one."
This time she couldn't help the surprised look that graced her features. "Well Isaac, what do you do here?" Clearly the gold armor was a bit of a give away. But the more she knew about this place, the better chance she'd have of getting out of it.
"Protect the palace, it would seem that my duty also includes protecting you. Summer court is responsible for keeping the balance of seasons within your world. Winter does the same." He attempts to explain.
Interesting, so if these people didn't end up being delusional then it would seem they actually were powerful. "Princess Lydia does have a lovely ring to it now doesn't it?"
"Whatever you say, now princess, your room." The wolf sweeps a hand towards the direction they had originally been heading. "Unless there is anything else you'd like to add."
Only smiling at him, Lydia brushed past him in the direction he'd gestured for her to move in. "Of course." She says in cheery agreement because Lydia Martin was going to go home. Rather it took a week or a month she'd find a way. Because all she had to do was make warrior boy fall in love with her, and what was the price of one boys broken heart when held to the light of her freedom.
Sighing yet again, he followed down the hall after her. Of course, the babysitting role, he should have foresaw this outcome.
Stopping short of the large wooden door that blocked her room Lydia turned and gave a small curtsy. Her green eyes shone bright in the moonlight casting through the windows above them. "You know I trust you, it's strange. But out of everyone I've met so far I trust you most." And then she was swiftly turning on her heel and pushing the door open. But just before it closed she smiled one more time. "Goodnight Isaac."
Trust the one she had accused of sexual harrasment? He didn't know what she was trying to pull with her kind words but he told himself he wouldn't fall for it.
He did take note however, that he could see the Fae in her. Oberon's daughter indeed for she was beautiful. When the door closed, Isaac turned his back to it, and stood at a ready as her guard.
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