Thread: Step It Up (Wolvenrogue and I)

In the good ol' times children would play with one another either it was noble blood to peasant. A successful Seamstress made a living by herself as she allowed her five children to play with the others but only one was a girl. Little Lillian, the once bubbly curly brown haired child who carried a doll around would try to play with her brothers and their friends but in the end she was crying. Only one boy came to her rescue and her mother saw her daughter's first crush form. Since that day Little Lillian worked with her mother to learn the trade up to the point she was even besting her own mother. The boys grown and some moved off but two stayed to help run the shop. The merry band of boys grown as well and went their seperate ways. One day a messenger was sent for the best dress maker in the village and that was Lillian, the same little girl who wanted to run with the boys. Riding on the back of her own mare she followed them to the castle. With her cloak on she slipped through town and into the castle without stirring attention. She was escorted to the throne room where the royal family sat and in debate on hiring the dress maker. When Lillian arrived they fell silent. Though the Queen, poised and graceful as she stepped down from her throne. She wore a soft blue satin fabric that didn't wrinkle and played to her aging body very well and made her look like she was still in her prime. You...Remove your cloak. I must see the Dressmarker who made this gown! The woman demanded and the demand made the figure coil back but seeing she was out numbered he had to obey. Lillian unclasped her cloak and folded it over her arm. Her once curly hair fell in soft graceful waves to the small of her back, her emerald eyes sparkled still, her little girl figure wasn't so girly anymore. Her simple beige dress flattered her ample breasts, the white apron revealed her tiny waist but the skirt skimmed over her flared hips. Lillian was no younger than the Princess herself and yet a Master of the craft! You? A mere child made this gown? No...Who really made this? The Queen stepped closer but Lillian stood there like stone. I did my Queen...I even known how to fix and to destroy that garment by pulling a single thread. Like me to prove myself? She asked in a soft manner that caught the queen off guard. Of course I wouldn't embarrasee you in front of your Court. Just stating the fact I started out young at my mother's side and now my nieces are learning the art at my side. It was try the only dress markers was a family business. The Queen looked to her husband who waved his hand as if he didn't care what she did since he was eyeing Lillian as his next Chamber maid to fill his primal urges. I want to hire you to design my daugther's wardrobe. She said as she snapped her fingers as a small bag of gold appeared. Lillian didn't look at the gold but knew it wasn't close to being enough. I'm sorry but I can't. Not for the price you think it will take to construct an ever changing attire. I know of your daughter's temper and can't settle her mind. So that tiny bag won't cover half a dress. That seemed to insult the Queen but Lillian folded her hands together. This is just business, your Highness. Make it 3 bags of gold a month and I may consider it. 6 bags and you work here and live here. This time the King spoke as he ran his fingers through his white beard. A good dress maker is hard to find so why let one go when the Prince from our Allied kingdom has his sights set on you. Smirking as he knew of the bidding war for this fine woman and he planned on stripped her down and just make her like everyone else, a puppet.