Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-25126355-20140814113317

(No, that was a mistake on my part. I'll change him to one m.)

Jannia was biting her lower lip so hard, she thought she might bight it off. Back in Cyrodiil, warm, warm Cyrodiil, the current fashion for court dresses was flowing and loose. In High Rock, however, tightly laced dresses had just come into fashion. And the corset was being laced so tightly, Jannia thought she wouldn't be able to breathe.

"Arghh! No, stop! Enough! you're going to sufficate me!" she complained to her maids, that were tightening the corset.

"My lady, I have specific orders from the Countess, to dress you according to the Royal fashion." the head maid pleaded in return.

After a rather lengthy inner dialouge, Jannia surrendered, knowing that upsetting her mother, was far worse than any pain endured from this atrocious fashion style. When she was queen in Evermore, she'd ban corsets. Periods.

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Eyjne was walking through the gardens, still pissed over the fact that Lady Isolde had forced her to wear a dress. She was desguised as Jannia's lady-in-waiting, though her true role was a bodyguard. Isolde knew how treachorous her homeland was, and she wasn't losing her only daughter. Eyjne had to relinquish her sword, though she did get a fancy dwarven dagger that, along with her other one, was hidden in the secret pockets of her dress. What she really wanted, was a nice, big mug of mead...