The following morning, Rose woke to a servant compiling clothes for her to wear and placing them gingerly on the foot of the bed. Upon seeing she had disturbed the princess's sleep, she quickly apologized and bowed several times.

"It's not that big of a deal," Rose insisted, "I needed to wake up anyway. Thank you for the clothes."

The servant backed out of the room bashfully. Rose sighed. She didn't understand why everyone was so formal and proper in front of her. It was almost as if they were afraid she'd sentence them to death if they so much as looked her in the eye. A few minutes later, an older woman appeared with Rose's new corset. It looked very lovely, she'd give it that- the only problem she had was actually putting it on. As much as she sucked in her gut and held her breath, it was still just as painful. The woman ordered her out of her nightgown and told Rose to hold onto the bedpost to steady herself.

"You are very fortunate, highness," she huffed, trying to tie dozens of ribbons in the back. "Not many dwarves are blessed with full bosoms at your age. Prince Thorin will be very pleased."

The maid placed her hands on her hips and admired her handiwork while Rose grimaced in humiliation. She was told far too often how her mother had envied her assets, but hearing a servant woman tell her how pleased Thorin of all people would be was too much. She panted in discomfort and found she couldn't breath as well as before (corsets were still somewhat new to her).

"Now for the dress."
The woman held it by the shoulders, allowing rose to step into it with ease. Soon she was enveloped in a gold fabric that, much like the one she wore the day prior, had a low neckline. It wasn't nearly as revealing as the blue one, but her cleavage shown more prominently than Rose would have cared for. She was told to take a seat at her vanity mirror as two other dwarves came in to fix her hair. The journey from her bed to the table was a task of its own, and once or twice Rose stumbled and huffed in her constricting garments along the way, but eventually she was seated and the hairdressers carefully took hold of her tresses. They worked the knots out as gently as they could and began piling it on top of her head. As one braided and weaved delicate patterns, the other fastened a small string of pearls in between the strands.

'If every morning is going to be like this, I'll never make it out alive.' Rose thought miserably to herself with her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Once they had finished, she thanked them. They bowed humbly before making their leave, which gave Rose the chance to look in the mirror and admire their work. It wasn't like she hated looking this way- they really knew what they were doing. But Rose didn't see why she had to be so uncomfortable in an already uncomfortable situation. Their talents would be better spent on someone who wanted to look like a queen every day for the rest of their life. Rose felt that she really shouldn't have been entitled to any of their services.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the older woman. She was outside the door talking to someone- or scolding, by the sound of it.

"Let her finish getting ready, young masters."
Rose made a few last minute adjustments before calling out to the servant. "It's alright, let them enter."
"Yes, Miss Primrose."

The door opened slightly, and two young dwarves entered her chambers. They were obviously related- she could tell by their similar facial features. However, one was blonde with thick hair and a long mustache that hung from his face in two braids. His nose was rather large, but still she could see he was quite a handsome dwarf. The other had brown hair and a simple beard too short to do anything with. He was much leaner than the first.

"Lady Primrose," said the blonde with a smile. His brunette counterpart stood to his left with a curious expression on his face.
"Fili," said the blonde.
"And Kili," said the brunette. They both finished with "At your service!" and took a deep bow. Rose blushed and gave them a curtsy.

"Primrose, at yours." she paused for a moment. "Though I usually just go by Prim or Rose."
Kili beamed and rushed over to lock her in a bear hug. Rose let out a small gasp as he held her at arm's length, clutching her shoulders a little too tightly.

"You're to be our new Aunt!" he exclaimed. The blonde gave her a soft smile apologetically.
"Forgive him- my brother tends to forget himself." Kili released her from his grip as Fili stepped forward, opening his arms invitingly. Rose met him halfway, wrapping her arms around his shoulder blades.
"Aunt Rose," he said cheerfully, getting used to the new name. Leaning back, he studied her face. "You give wonderful hugs." She smiled up at him as Kili plopped into her bed.

"It's quite nice what you've done in here," he commented.
"Well actually, the servants did most of-"
"Hey! I know what we should do!" Kili sat up excitedly and took Rose by the hand, looking at Fili as if he should be marveling at the new idea. "How about we show her around the city! Give her a tour of Erebor." He thought for a moment on how funny his last statement was and laughed at himself. Fili nodded in agreement and took her other hand.

"It would be our pleasure, Aunt Prim."
Before she could respond the two pulled her out of the room and lead her down an endless maze of corridors and hallways. They took her first to the smith halls, then the market place, the kitchens, the caves, and so on. The city was filled with rich jewels and precious gems that Rose had never seen nor heard of before, and at last she witnessed the very thing that made Erebor famous among other peoples of Middle Earth. They came to a great room filled with mounds of gold, rubies, pearls, and countless other treasures piled high to the roof of the mountain. Rose held her breath, walking to the nearest pile and staring in shock.

"They're beautiful," she said in wonder.
"We've recently added an even greater and rarer gem to our treasure." Fili gave his brother a wink while Rose was distracted. She felt her eyes widen in surprise and gestured to the golden trinkets. "More lovely than this?"
"She is more lovely than all the gold in Erebor!" Kili proclaimed.

Sudden realization spread across her face. She blushed as the two brothers laughed heartily, feeling very accomplished with themselves. Fili and Kili once again took her hands in theirs as they led her through the rest of the city. Soon they were in the training arena, where dozens of dwarves were practicing their battle maneuvers. Rose noticed one in particular- a dwarf covered in tattoos that cursed and threw insults as his opponent tried to hit him, only to have his attacked blocked and thrown halfway across the stadium.
Fili whistled in awe.

"Dwalin appears to be on a role this morning." Kili nodded before movement to his left had caught his eye. Smiling proudly, he got Rose's attention and pointed to the corner of the training ground.
"Your future husband is practicing just over there!"

She peered over his shoulder and saw Thorin dueling against another warrior. He was dressed for battle- covered in armor everywhere except his head. His technique was very interesting to her; he would block an attack, hit his opponent with the flat of his blade, and keep low to the ground, rolling occasionally. He happened to catch a glimmer of gold and looked up to see Rose with his nephews. Thorin paused for a moment when he met her gaze and was hit in the side while caught off his guard. He fell to the ground with a loud "UNF!"
Rose gasped in shock, clutching the rail tightly with one hand while the other flew to her mouth. "Is he alright?"
Fili and Kili laughed at her concern.

"It's sweet of you to worry," Fili said in a bragging tone, "But it would take more than that for Thorin to be defeated. Watch."
Thorin regained his footing and attacked the unsuspecting dwarf twice as hard. With one swift blow his opponent's weapon fell from his hand, his shield following not long after. The dwarf raised his hands in surrender, causing Fili and Kili to burst into applause. Rose studied them for a moment with a smile; It was clear that they admired their uncle. Fili leaned in closer to Rose, a wide grin set on his lips.

"I told you."
They waited until the training was finished before meeting Thorin outside of the arena. As he approached, Rose noted that just like the day before he was wearing a tunic that matched her dress. His nephews immediately ran up to commend him on his techniques, asking if they could ever be taught the same.

"Soon enough, young ones." Thorin said with a smile. "Soon enough." Rose wasn't sure if it was their personalities or the fact that they were his sister-sons, but the brothers seemed to lighten his mood greatly just by being in the same room as him. She smiled shyly as he came closer.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. The confused look on his face told her she needed to elaborate. "For distracting you." Thorin gave her a smirk.
"If I was completely focused, as I should have been, I wouldn't have allowed myself to be distracted."
"You should've seen her face when you were hit, uncle!" Kili said cheerfully. "Aunt Prim was so worried!"
"Oh?" Thorin asked, feigning surprise. He gave her a taunting smile before taking her arm in his and guiding their small party out of the training arena and into the dining hall for their morning meal.