[prompt] her majesty

[naltorian]

Majesty

"...here, take this."

Nura catches the roll of silk thrown off-handedly by Her Royal Highness, Projectra, who stands before a large, ovalular glass, posing. A layer of thin, blue gauze with sewn-in pearls lays over one shoulder as Her Royal Highness smoothes out the strapless silver dress's creases. Though Nura is more than a little irritated with the princess, she has to inwardly admit that Projectra does look stunning.

Projectra lifts a hand to her chin, turning her head left and right, jutting out a hip and putting out a foot. Her gaze stares into her reflection, traveling down the glass...to where her feet would be.

"Shoes," she determines.

"They would be sensible," Nura says, stepping around the princess to take a look at the laid out pumps and heels that Projectra had laid out before calling Nura to her aid. If by 'Aid' she really meant 'Be my clothing lackey', I would have said no. Nura bitterly grumbles in her head.

Projectra lifts her gaze from her feet, to the laid out marching line of footwear. She points a well-manicured finger at a pair of aqua heels. "Those will do." There is a pause. "Well?"

Nura arches a brow at Her Royal Highness. "'Well' what?"

"Get them for me."

Nura's mouth opens and her face flushes a little in amazement at Projectra's audacity. "Projectra, the shoes are right there."

Projectra doesn't even turn her head from the mirror, she simply looks at Nura's reflection. "And?"

"And you can just get them your--all right, fine!" Nura changes her tune at the stern look Projectra gives the mirror. Nura grumpily sets the roll of silk onto the vanity seat and then to the shoes. She bends, grabs them, then holds them up and out, in Projectra's reach. "Here!" she says with emphasis and dry tone.

If she expects me to put them on her feet, I swear I am going to lose--

"My feet, Nura."

Sprock!