Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty Four : Is she a princess

A few moments ago at the laundry room :

I was hastily searching through the laundry baskets. I was amused by the amount of female outfits there. Most of them were labelled as disposal.

But ironically none of the dresses was free of staining. Stain of blood. How many women they killed I wondered.

I saw a closet that was separated from the rest. The laundry section for the dresses of the Lunas. I opened the closet.

My eyes were about to get blinded by the shiny splendid dresses that were kept inside.

"Such expensive evening dresses," I touched one and murmured.

The dresses were completely intact. Seemed like none of the previous lunas survived long enough to wear them.

"Psycho, bast-," I cursed the emperor in my mind.

I picked one with a off shoulder with a low décolletage, exposed arms, and long bouffant lower half. A peachy glittery color matching my blonde hairs and skin tone.

"What if he still rejects you?" Lexa spoke again in my mind.