#ship:lilanda

She it was near the middle where she started to see stars, and her brother noticing the way she pressed herself to the chair sent for more wine. It helped but her strained breathing still continued until she asked to be excused near the end, putting her the flash of worry in her father’s eyes to bed by saying it was just too much sun. When really she felt the colour draining from her face. 

Miranda made her way through familiar halls and up stairs all while servants watched nervously. She wasn’t used to corsets. Only wearing them when necessary and always to the point where she was defined but  still comfortable. Her waist felt like it was two inches, and her lungs strained to fill themselves with air. But if she was going to faint, she was determined to do so on her own bed. They allowed two hours between crowning a winner, and the feast. But it felt like she had just began feel a little better when she heard a loud knock on her door. “Come in.” The door cracked open at her words, just enough for the slim blonde to slip through and close it again red silk covered in gold embroidery draping her form.

"You left." She said stating the obvious, before making her way over. "Before the winner could even give you his favor." The crown of roses she had been holding in her hand was set on her lap as she took a seat on Miranda’s bed. "He wouldn’t have crowned me, not over you." The brunette countered, her features filling with affection. "Keep the crown, he gave it to you. Plus scarlet roses will compliment your gown." She said, her hands toying and trying to pull at the bindings. "You should get into yours." She suggested, nodding to the fabric hanging on the wall. "You worried us out there…It looked like you were about to faint." Miranda listened to her friend, thinking she was being subtle until the question left her lips. "Were you about to faint?" 

"It’s just a mistake, she’s learning." Miranda excused, but Lilith removed the blade she keep on her at all times and cut the laces. "She could have broken your rib." It was a good counter argument, one that stopped Miranda from talking. But a loud gasp escaped her when she was freed. "Why didn’t you tell her it was too tight?" "Well…I did but I’m not sure if she speaks the common tongue.""She’s from the Eyrie, she speaks the common tongue. I even saw her flirting with a guard earlier." Lilith stood up, walking over to the dress and taking it in one hand. "I’ll help you get dressed this time, and after I’m done…Then I’ll have a talk with your new maid." "Lilith-""Come on, we don’t want to be too late."