Chapter 112: Waiting
Chapter Hundred-Twelve – Waiting
Finally, she had been summoned to the Alpha’s quarters.
Valkyrie pulled her hair and Laurel nearly screamed. The maids giggled amongst themselves.
"Sit still or it’d hurt! You are going to debate for the lives of our people. Look presentable." Valkyrie had a motherly tone.
Laurel fell back. Her hair and skin had returned to their miserable state after she returned from High Moon and continued her harsh training and sleeping on the hard bed.
She bothered to look presentable only because she hadn’t gotten to Sorren and have him agree to let her people be a pack under them.
When she spoke about it at High Moon, he had only commented on how mischievous she could be.
If she wanted to get to him, she had to check his first box on looking presentable. That one cared about looks.
When Valkyrie finished, the princess stared down at the attire. A long sleeved pleated dress that swept the ground, along with three colored shawls around her neck.
The pointed shoes Valkyrie made her wear weren’t perfectly fit either. "You can’t be serious. This is too much—"
Laurel had barely finished her words when the maids burst out laughing, some falling to the ground. Her ears redden and she grunted tiredly.
"This, this, this!" she pointed the shawls, dress and the pointed shoes. "Are going to have to go!"