I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 42
Knock-, knock-.
When she responded to the neat knock, the door opened.
“Good morning, Katun.”
“Yes, good morning. I’m sorry, but could you help me tighten this corset?”
“Oh! Is this Roshan attire, Katun?”
“That’s right.”
“If you go out wearing this in Xieman, it might be extremely hot during the day…”
Anita, the maid who entered, spoke cautiously, looking slightly concerned.
After all, while her room was temperature-controlled and perfectly comfortable, the moment she stepped outside, it would be scorching.
Xieman had a climate that was hot during the day and endlessly cold at night.
“Oh…”
“If you don’t mind, we’ve prepared some clothes in Xieman’s style. Would it be alright if we brought those instead?”
“Xieman’s style…?”
Nisha’s gaze blurred slightly as she looked at the maids, then she cautiously spoke.
“I’d prefer something that’s not too revealing. Is that possible?”
“Yes, we’ll bring the least revealing options we have! Please wait a moment!”
With bright smiles, they quickly disappeared somewhere and soon returned with a pure white silk dress.
Though the hem of the everyday dress was quite short, Nisha nodded in satisfaction since it wasn’t transparent.
It was clear they had brought the best they could.
“Is this alright?”
“Yes, this should be fine.”
“Then we’ll help you put it on.”
The maids chattered as they carefully began to remove her dress.
She wasn’t used to having two people help her, as Mary was the one who always helped her dress.
‘I wonder if Mary is alright.’
She needed to request to be with Mary as soon as she met Kagan.
“Wow, Roshan’s clothes are so heavy. Weren’t they uncomfortable?”
Anita, the maid who had taken the dress, asked with wide eyes.
Nisha gave a slight smile and replied.
“A little bit, yes.”
“Xieman’s clothes are light and thin, so they’re cool and comfortable.”
“They certainly seem that way.”
Of course, the problem was that they felt so light it was as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
Still, the seemingly plain white dress had luxurious embroidery that made it look different.
It was likely not something that came cheap.
Nisha, while inwardly clicking her tongue at Kagan, tried to remain still as Anita and Jaya chattered away, decorating her.
She had to make a great effort not to flinch every time their hands moved up her body.
In the end, she couldn’t help but close her eyes, pretending nothing was wrong.
‘Habits are terrifying.’
Her stepmother…
That is, the current Empress of Roshan, never laid a hand on Nisha herself.
As if even that were a waste, she always borrowed the hands of her maids or servants who followed her.
Usually, the maid serving the Empress would punish Nisha on her behalf, and sometimes a servant who had spoken to Nisha would be forced to do so.
Empress Celiana never directly touched her. And outside, she always played the role of a kind parent.
Nisha was always the one who fell victim to it.
