Chapter 360: Mistrust
Talia for the next few days stayed in home and secretly arranged for the Investiture. There was a lot to be done and most of the works were properly delegated.
The Solarium Crafts – a generational crafts shop that was famous for their work regarding royalty and nobility was commissioned for the robe. They know the traditions better than the nobles themselves regarding the ceremonies and the current owner who is also a designer of the shop – Mr. Kinsley, tried to discourage Talia from doing the embroidery.
"With just two months for the celebration, it would require ten people working sixteen hours per day for fifteen days to finish the embroidery of the robe and other apparels for the Investiture of Marquees. I don’t think Your Highness is made for such brutal workload. That’s what us people are for." He wasn’t even trying to be polite.
Talia smiled and made a call to her grandpa. "Grandpa, I am planning on staying with the designers of Solarium Crafts until I finish the embroidery. What do you think?"
She heard the loud gasps of the other staff in the shop. Surely they wouldn’t want her to stay with them. They were nervous just by her presence for some reason and if she stays any longer, they seemed like they all will have a heart attack.
As she expected, Mr. Kinsley received a call from her grandpa and glaring at her, he walked in his office room to take the call. Talia walked around the place and looked at all the pictures of the robes and dresses designed by the shop for centuries with awe. And there were a couple of dresses that were made there and the embroidery done made her feel like an amateur.
No wonder this guy acts this prideful! His works are really good!
"I can only allow you to embroider the crest of Ashwood and I will add it in the final creation only if I find it on par with my work. Otherwise, I will throw it away. You may know how to embroider a kerchief and think you are a prodigy, but your skills are nothing here. You will have to..." Mr. Kinsley went on and Talia agreed to his terms to learn under him for a couple of days before starting to work on the crest.
"What are you doing in the house all day? You look exhausted," Arthur kissed her forehead on the fourth day since she started working on the embroidery.
"I think I leaped without looking, Fred. I am worthless," she buried her head in his chest and took a good whiff of his scent. She wanted to cry. She didn’t know embroidery is this tough.
Maybe I am a Princess suited to just spend money...