The Tripartite Mate Bond Chapter 95: CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

After the horrendous event, I was driven back to the mansion and I had to keep hitting my ear which felt like it had gotten damaged. I won't blame the innocent body part, the whole thing was filled with a lot of screaming and people not knowing anything about personal space.

Also, I was looking for a way to shut out my dragon. She was a part of this too, and is saying I'm overreacting but I don't think I am.

They didn't care about me from the day I was born, dumping me with some strangers to be treated however they felt and now, they didn't even bother to have a proper conversation and then doused me in the midst of excited strangers who were thrilled at my existence without even knowing who I was. Well, apart from their long lost Princess.

I was led up the lengthy flight of stairs and back to the room.

“Take this thing off me please!” I snapped, wiping the eager smile away from the maid's face.

I don't know what was so exciting.

I'd been put in front of these strangers like Thanksgiving Turkey and made to greet them. They even gave me a speech to make and it was all about how I was going to help them get back their old glory and stuff.

Which was a huge contrast to what Flynn said. He was always talking about a darkness that was coming which I was needed for but this was something else.

It looked like revenge.

I needed to find a Library quickly but that was after I figured out how I got here and where my mates were.

I took off the make-up that was plastered on my face and let my hair loose.

I picked up a nice skirt that I liked with a top to match it and went out of the closet, only to find the two girls that'd been with me all day standing in the big room, awkwardly I might add.

“Why are y'all still standing here?” I snapped and even though I didn't like how harsh my voice was, I couldn't help it. Everything about this place pissed me off, especially the people in it.

“We're your servants, Princess. We do what you tell us to do,” one of the two girls said.

This is wild. I didn't even think maids still existed in such a manner. They made it sound like I was some royal princess – wait, I was but still; this was all shades of strange to me.

“What are your names and how much do you get paid to talk down on yourself like that?”

They glanced at each other, probably wondering if I didn't like them.

“My name is Mirable and she is Tacha. Um, we don't get paid. Our mothers were personal servants to your mother just as we are to you. We've been preparing for this role all our lives and are very happy to finally serve you,” the one with blue hair replied.

“Wait, let me get this straight. For generations, your family has been servants to mine?”

“Yes Princess. It's the way things have always been and it is indeed an honor to serve you,” her friend answered me this time. Her boobs were nearly spilling out of her uniform but I guess it didn't matter since I wasn't a man.

“Well, if you're so happy about the job, I can't look down on it. What do I have to do to get an audience with my own parents?” I asked as I began opening the drawers attached to the dresser in the room. It was all filled with girly stuff. I was a girly girl obviously but the pink was overboard. Nothing here seemed to relate with me.

But I found a comb and I began combing out my hair. Whatever they had done to it before had it in knots.

I had ordered them earlier to allow me to do everything by myself as their meddling was adding to my already angry state.

“I'll go see if they're less busy. I think they're currently attending to the lower council,” Tacha replied and slipped out of the door.

“So, can you finally answer my questions now or you're still tight lipped as you were while driving me to an event that almost ruptured my ears?” I asked Mirabel and I saw the guilt cloud her face but I didn't care.

The whole secrecy was unnecessary and I could have been more prepared. Not like I could have said no to it, I was in a strange place with no familiar face. Flynn didn't make any attempt to talk to me and when I asked about him, they skipped over the question as usual with everything else.

“I apologize for that, Princess. We were under strict orders to keep it a secret as we wanted to surprise you with the excitement of your people at your return. Also, the queen thinks you're a flight risk,” she whispered the last part as though there were other people in the room with us.

“Flight risk? My so-called dragon is in cahoots with you all. It's all so strange being in a place I'm supposed to be a part of and yet treated like an outsider.”

“Come on, Human. You don't have to keep being upset about it. I've apologized and Tharros insists you're just upset about your mates but I know you're gonna be fine once you get used to everyone,” Lyra said in my mind, meaning I didn't hear a word Miranda said.

“Please give me a minute, Lyra finally deems me worthy of her voice. You can sit down or do whatever you usually do, I'll just ask her all the questions since you're under restrictions,” I told her and she nodded, exiting the room and for the first time since I woke up from that dreadful sleep, I was alone.

“Who is Tharros and he's partially right. I need a little bit of familiarity. You don't count, you chose them over me,” I grumbled, my mood lifting a little bit since I had hopes of finally getting answers.

“He's a scaly, black dragon that has been following me around since I got back. He was transferred from our next camp,”

“Wait, there are more? How many?”

“Oh, it's about five hundred pockets, scattered around the world, away from human eyes and civilization. We've been growing over the years and have to separate to avoid suspicions. Your mates are going to be here soon so don't worry too much about them. You fell and weren't responding to any of their medicines and I knew it was from a burn out that only our healers could take care of,”

“I really miss them, Lyra. All of this is so confusing.”

“I know. Don't worry, everything will make sense soon.” She assured me but I didn't feel it. It was like I was waiting for the second foot to drop.

Before I got a response, someone knocked on the door

“Come in,” and Tacha came in, her face down cast.

“Princess, they won't be able to see you for the day. Maybe during dinner. They have a lot of things to attend to,”

“Great. What fun things do you guys do over here? I'm bored out of my mind,” I asked, sitting up on the queen-size bed.

“We try to make the best out of our confined space so I have the best place in mind. You might want to change a bit though. Everyone knows who you are now and kind of expect a certain type of dress sense from you,” she advised.

“That's where you guys come in I guess. This whole princess thing is beginning to get on my nerves. That's the closet. Have at it, I don't know what to wear,” I told her and she gleefully jumped into the task of laying out an outfit for me.

She brought out another frock-like dress with a tightly cinched waist. I wonder what their obsession with the absence of a waist was. It was the 21st century for goddess' sakes, why did they dress like that? I wondered out loud and she paused her accessory hunting, giving me a confusing look.

“I've looked through that wardrobe and there's no jeans or simple gown. In fact, this outfit I have on is probably the simplest thing there and you've given it such a dismissive look that it feels like I'm wearing rags,” I asked harshly, my mood worsening.

“Princess, what's a j-jeans?” She asked, confusion written on her face.

“Lyra, why doesn't the girl currently calling herself my servant not know what a pair of jeans is?” I asked Lyra and it took her an unusual amount of time before she responded.

“I told you we lived away from the world so no one here is aware of the world's sociological advancements. Everything you see is brought in only if they are very important. We try not to draw attention to ourselves. The magic is wearing thin as well so a pair of jeans isn't at the top of the list. You'll have to excuse me, Tharros thinks he knows my own lands more than I do so we're flying somewhere new,” she said and I could hear the silent excitement beneath her annoyed tone.

“Enjoy your date Ma'am” I replied, laughing at her grunt as she exited my mind, the connection still buzzing so I could reach her in case of an emergency.

“Sorry, I was asking Lyra why we have a totally different fashion situation. Get me a pair of scissors, I can do something about this gown,” I instructed her and she nodded.

I'd give it to her, she was fast and considering they were trained all their lives for this, it made sense. I guess in a way, having the purpose of your life all laid bare for you at the beginning won't hurt so bad. Mine was twenty one years later.

I began to cut and trim the dress, turning into something less humongous and making sure I ignored all the sharp intake of breaths of surprise Tacha was making.

When I was done, it was a lovely, floral gown with trimmed ends, the hands not a puff anymore but short and tight and the skirt of the gown, flay and stylish.

I took the gold loops she had set aside earlier and then a pair of sandals as well as a cute teardrop necklace with golden chains and looked at myself in the mirror.

Yea, I looked a little bit more like myself.

“After you babygirl,” I told Tacha, her face a shade of many colors. I can imagine the many thoughts going on in her head but I strongly believe everyday fashion should be intertwined with comfort. I'm not walking a damn runway just because I'm their supposedly returned princess.

As we walked out, I decided to enjoy the day and hopefully, I'll get to see my mates soon as I was already feeling sick with their prolonged absence.