with one place in mind, I couldn't help but say out loud,
“Well, here's to piss potting.”
14
The Story of Four Kingdoms
“Wow, she wasn't kidding about the dress,” I said, as I stood there now staring at myself wearing a beautiful satin style dress that literally made me look like a Princess from a fairytale. This was after I'd had the most amazing bath, one that didn't take forever to fill like I would have thought. This was down to pulling on the chain and then being left to watch as it strangely filled from the bottom. But then the water level just kept on rising and rising, only stopping just before it was full.
Of course, this didn't stop me from having quite a few moments of panic as I was convinced that it would overflow. Meaning that I spent quite a bit of time looking for a way to stop it before it flooded the entire bathroom and then I would have had to go and find the King to tell him what I had done. In fact, these embarrassing thoughts consumed me as I wasn’t exactly in a rush to explain to him how I was a total liability and threat to his Kingdom by just being here. And well, after tugging on the chain for about five minutes, swearing at it and praying to any God that had the power to control water, it finally stopped.
No thanks to the tugging, obviously.
Seriously, I was thinking there should be a sign somewhere for guests, like ‘Will stop on its own, no tugging needed’, that type of thing. I found myself sinking under the water, wishing that instead of being told so thoroughly about the piss pot, I would have been told not to worry about the water overflowing. Yeah, ‘cause that would have been handy! Either way, after my freak out, I finally got to enjoy the bath, and that all important trip to the piss pot, of course.
I had even found an ornate wooden box filled with glass jars that I used for cleaning myself, and congratulated myself that I had manage to use the right things on the right parts. Then I got myself covered in a robe, that was an absorbent velvety material of emerald green. I had also wrapped up my hair in the same material, that I swear must have acted like a sponge, as my hair was almost completely dry by the time I unwrapped it.
After this the next blissful moment came when I got to use a brush, I know, small pleasures and all. But it felt like heaven against my scalp, and then I got to top it all off by getting dressed in the most amazing outfit! One that, yes, I did hold out at the skirt and twirl in it like a five-year-old girl in her first party dress. And man, but what a dress it was!
It started off white at the top and came down into a plunging V neck with an inch of gold silk that framed the edges. The material was thick but felt like satin to touch and was decorated with soft velvet flowers and vines in the lightest peach colour that was only barely seen against the white.
As for the sleeves, they were only made out of the same material at the top of my arms, where it was ruched until it reached a band of gold silk above my elbow. From that point a sheer peach material floated down past my hands and dipped into a tear shape, that skimmed the floor along with the skirt. A belt of gold hung low on my hips that too came down into V shape to mirror the neckline. A long length of gold then fell down the centre to my knees. It matched the rest of the dress only it had been embroidered with words written in elvish.
As for the skirt, it flowed out around me and the further down towards my feet was when the leaves got darker, ending up in a deep burnt orange colour. I was glad that I wasn't expected to wear heels with this outfit as my feet were still sore from walking. No, instead I found some cute little flat boots that the King’s sister had left, which meant all I was left to do was slip my feet inside and tie them at the front with the ribbon that crisscrossed up the front of my ankle, like a little corsets