Thread: A Hero's Return ((Methos&Crystalfox))

Her anger was kept in check, closely in check as she walked away. All those women....jealousy hazed her young mind. None of those women deserved her brother, none. They were all too petty, they didn't want him. The wanted his status, even the ones who were ready to sleep with him. They did it on the off chance they'd become pregnant and thus holding his first heir held his heart as well even if it was unwilling. Hell some of them probably made extra sure there was no way they couldn't get pregnant if he were to have taken them to his bed that night. Sighing she walked into her room and stood with her arms outstretched as her maids quickly stripped her and dressed her lovely frame in a night gown. Walking to her bed she slipped in and fell quickly asleep an idea forming in her unconscious mind. She deserved her brother more then those other women, so why not make it a reality? The following day the castle was quite literarily pulsing with hurry, maids rushing to and fro, cooks running from pot to pot. No one noticed the princess as she slipped into the dancer's chambers and stole a spare outfit. She could dance like them so why not pretend to be one? No one would notice her absence they're all too focused on her brother. Slipping it to the back of her closet she slipped in bed and did and excellent impression of being quite ill. Poor dear won't be able to attend the feast. the maids said as the walked the halls. The doctor can't come until tomorrow because of the amount of people arriving. She was looking so foreword to it too. shaking their heads they headed down into the kitchens muttering to one another. Passing by the prince at one point to alert him to the fact his sister was sick. Nadia sighed softly as she watched the clock hands move so slowly. Perhaps this had been a bad idea? After all who was to say her brother would take one of the dancers? It could be some other noble and then her plan would be ruined. Over in the corner her feast dress was draped over a dummy all pastel colors. Frowning she glared at it, she wasn't a child, she no longer needed to wear such unremarkable colors. Eventually she fell into a doze until the clock struck the correct time that the feast was to begin. Jerking awake she scampered out of her bed and went into her closet. After fumbling with it for several moments she was no dressed in a rich purple with dark blue accents. The top hugged close to her blossoming breasts making them seem larger, fuller. Her bare midriff remained exposed and her hips were draped in thin gold trains that kept the two panels of cloth close to her body. Pulling her hair up she tied the veil hiding everything but her eyes from view. Next came the tiny underclothes that covered her decency and a few scant pieces of jewelry one on her ankle, the others on her wrist and opposite forearm. Nadia took a final glance in the mirror amazed how different she looked before using the serving entrance to get to the hall with the rest of the women. As expected no one noticed the new edition and as the bell rang she followed after them. Falling into the elegantly seductive dance with the rest, the music caressed her, making her lose herself and forget her idea for a moment. Also as expected not even her father who followed her with a greedy look in his eyes knew who she was. As disgusting as that was....at least in her opinion.