Looking for a dress

"You need help?"

When King Cassius approached her, Ophelia cleaned up all the mess she had made in a hurry. She tried to put her clothes back in the wardrobe but she had already taken out too many.

The king had seen all of them.

"Are you looking for clothes?" Cassius looked at the dress lying on the sheets.

'is this her dress?'

All the dresses have simple and comfortable soft garments, with simple but sweet cuts with subdued colors resemble the hue of the clouds at dusk.

All of that would be so beautiful when attached to her body.

Only problem, all the dresses were the size of a fourteen year old girl. She is petite and short. But still, it will accentuate her curves and some parts of her body.

"Those are your dresses?"

Ophelia straightened her clothes with an awkward motion. Somehow she's embarrassed to be caught trying to find a suitable gown.

"Yes your majesty, it's all mine"

"But why so small?" Cassius asked innocently.

"Actually it was mine when I was seventeen. Some of the dresses were my aunt's which were still in good condition so I decided to wear them"

Cassius nodded.

"Why did you take out all your clothes?" he asked curiously.

Anxious at the thought that the girl was trying to pack her things and then left the palace.

"the prince's birthday party will be held soon. I need a decent outfit. I'm trying to choose"

The silence of the king made the girl curse herself.

'What a fool, Ophelia. Why say that? What if the king laughs at you because he doesn't even intend to make you show your face at Prince Averio's birthday party?'

He glanced at the dress. Cassius nodded again. He was happy to hear that she was preparing for his son's celebration. "You're right, you need new gown"

Not just one. But various kinds. Cassius will fill her wardrobe with new clothes.

"I'll call a special tailor for the royal family to visit. She owns the biggest boutique in Enuyn. You'll choose your own clothes."

Cassius's sentence received no rebuttal.

"Your Majesty... It's completely unnecessary"

It's really not necessary. She can go to the market. There was no need to go to inviting a special court tailor here just for her.

"Don't reject me. You've been rejecting me too many times lately"

Ophelia caught his annoyed tone.

Royal family tailors have worked on hundreds of dresses for queens and princesses. It was as if her hands had magic that made all the clothes she made have an out-of-this-world charm. Makes the wearer look many times more beautiful.

Cassius couldn't wait to see Ophelia wear her dress later. Even though the king was sure that she would still look charming in any outfit.

*****

Tomorrow morning.

All the dresses brought by the palace family's tailors were absolutely magnificent. Three of them were, one dress gleamed like gold under the sun with heavy amber along the collar. One looks like it's made of butterfly wing gossamer and the other one azure blue that will make the wearer looks like they've just stepped out of a rolling brine.

When the news that the girl did not choose the clothes offered by Ruth, the owner of the boutique, Cassius became a little confused. That's why he decided to take her to Ruth's boutique so she could choose more freely.

"Your Majesty, where are we going?" Ophelia repeatedly glanced at the carriage window.

She was afraid that the king might kidnap her. The king's words yesterday scared her a little.

"You'll see later"

Their horse carriage stopped in front of the luxurious building. The two shopkeepers bowed to Cassius to greet them.

Ophelia's eyes scanned the entire room with a gleam as bright as a star. The room was like a giant wardrobe with expensive dresses on display everywhere.

"Welcome Your Majesty" Ruth, the lady in her 40s greeted them "just tell me what Your Majesty is looking for, I'll help"

"Find the best clothes that suit her" Caasius hinted at the girl beside him. Who can't stop admiring Ruth's boutique.

The king is served with excellent service. Provide a special waiting area and waiters pour wine. Cassius waited as his eyes never left her.

"Wait a minute Your Majesty, I will make her look like a princess"

Ruth grabbed Ophelia's hand and they dived into the sea of ​​cloth.

******

"Your Majesty. .. "

The soft voice made him look up from the book he was reading. He swallowed.

The sight in front of him really caught his attention.

Ophelia is standing in a mermaid-shaped dress and a bustier. In pink peony. Long brown hair loose down her back. The girl tried to cover her chest with her palms, feeling uncomfortable.

"How about this one?" Ruth waved her hand.

Ophelia backed away slightly as the king stood before her. Ophelia looked up at him. The king's gaze fell onto her bare shoulders and breast.

The girl's skin was flawless and the dress emphasized her shape of her round breast perfectly. A sight that will never fail to excite any man. He felt blood rushing down his crotch.

'His Majesty wouldn't have told me to wear this to a party would he?'

Ruth's taste is beautiful. This dress is suitable for a princess. But it was too open for her that she could feel every gaze of the king on her skin.

Cassius shook his head firmly.

Not. No matter how much he liked her wearing this dress, this sight was only for him. He won't let other men see her. What will happen if there are nobles who have their eyes on her?

"just replace with the first one"

Ophelia sighed in relief. She nodded in excited agreement.

*****

Ophelia had a hard time opening the bodice of her dress. Ruth and the maids were outside. Unaccustomed to being served, the girl felt uncomfortable changing clothes with other people. So he told them to wait outside.

But who would have thought that this outfit would be so hard to take off?

She snorted in frustration.

Her hands were still trying to undress her as another bigger hand tugged at the strings behind her back. Her gown fell to the floor.

Ophelia knows who did it!

She turned her head and found Cassius who was now looking at her hungry. When the corset fell to the floor, her chest was now exposed freely. She gaped. The girl scowled and glared fiercely at the man.

"Your Majesty is a pervert!" she squealed shrilly.