"Oh, she's waking up sir! Aw, she's just the cutest little girl!" she'd woken to the unfamiliar cooing of two handmaids that stood over the bed.
One, tall and boney, was very old and stern, the rim of her spectacles sat upon the bridge of her pointed and refined nose, on her wrinkly pale face.
The other maid, however, seemed to be only in her thirties. Also, while still wearing glasses, hers were better suited to her, and it made her look a lot nicer than her partner too. Her face seemed to fit her plump, stocky body perfectly. Bubble cheeks, rosy red, and soft eyes, shining with a dull blue brilliance.
"Oh dear, we've got to hurry! You're running out of time, the dinner starts in twenty minutes!" the shorter one stated, pulling a still half asleep girl from her comfortable position amongst the warm covers.
"Right this way, Highness." the taller one motioned, with her long bony fingers, to the large wooden wardrobe in the corner.
"Here, madam, try on this dress! His Highness has picked it out just for you. He described what he wanted it to look like, from the fabric of the dress, to the design on the hem." the shorter one explained, pulling out and handing a dress to Ichigo.
"Thank you." she stated politely, holding up the dress in the mirror.
It was a very good thing that she'd filled out and matured so fast, because the dress in front of her cut off just above the breasts, and was perfectly fitted to her thin waist and overall frame.
When she had gotten it on, she found that the dress came to, about, the floor. It was made from thin satin, and flowed gently to the floor, no Cinderella poof underneath.
Along with the dress, came a pair of beautiful heeled shoes. Onix black and very conservative. Yet, when Ichigo stepped into them, she made them seem like they were the highest quality shoes in ALL the world.
"Ah, I see you like your evening apparel for tonight's banquet?" came the playful chuckle from the doorway.
All three women, Ichigo, as well as the two maids, turned to gawk at Ichiro, wearing his best suit. He'd cut his hair, now allowing it to fall to the nape of his neck and flow in the breeze as he strutted over to Ichigo.
"Are you ready to meet my parents? They can't stop talking about you, and have been wanting to meet with you for some time now." he gently held out his arm and allowed her to take it, leading her from the bedroom and down the stairs to the foyer.
"MOM, DAD!" he bellowed, his words echoing throughout the large marble foyer.
"Son, you don't have to scream, we can hear you ju-" his mother was cut short in her sentence, eyes resting on Ichigo.
In response to her misbelieving stare, Ichigo bowed politely and returned to her position beside Ichiro.
"Wow, son! All this time, and I thought you'd made the whole thing up because you were lonely. But no, you actually have a girlfriend! Finally, someone who won't run away, just because my son's so dark and morbid!" his mother, arms opened wide, ran over and embraced the girl.
"H-hello, Mrs. Blue." she greeted, gasping for air.
"Well son, I'm proud of you." his father stated, patting his son on the shoulder.
"Everybody, this is Ichigo, from the cats kingdom. She's agreed to attend the banquet, at my side." as he'd said this, he reached over and embraced Ichigo in a shared hug with his mother.
"Now, on to the dinning hall!" his father hollered, marching to the dinning room. Reluctantly, Ichigo decided to play along and go to the banquet. After all, how hard could it be to survive a banquet?!
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