Learning to dress herself had been sort of a problem. There were so many layering pieces, and varieties of styles and cuts to choose from. Of course she favored the traditional kimono styles of her homeland, but she delighted in the exotic and slightly enticing silhouettes of the more Persian styled attire. She nixed the dreadfully stifling corsets, and instead lavished herself in layers of pale chiffon and glittering silver chains.
Everything fit like a dream, airy fabrics floating just-so, she hardly knew where to start.
But she could do this. She would do this, and she would escape.
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(A/N) Woo! First scheduled update, arriving right on time. :) Let's see how long I can keep up with that.
Now to the wonderful individuals who left me reviews!
Inu-SIT-lovekag : I'm so glad you've been enjoying the story! It makes me smile to read your reactions to each chapter.
llebreknit : Yes, holy cat pajamas. X) Sometimes it varies, and becomes "dancing cat pajamas!" and is expressed with an inflection similarly used with "EGHAD!" As for the annoying knights, you're right about one of them (though I won't tell you which :P). I can promise that yes, she is trapped, it's not a dream, and while I can't answer the rest of your questions right now (it would spoil the story) I promise they will be answered in time.