Chapter 30: Bob POV – Royal Pink Nightmare
I was once a man with dignity.
Now? I'm apparently the future wife of King Veydris Icesword.
A wife. How?!
They didn't believe me. Not after everything, not even after my "show." Especially not him — the King. His eyes burn with obsession, convinced in his frozen brain that I am Guandeline. His Guandeline.
So here I sit.
In my so-called chamber. A pink prison.
Pink walls. Pink curtains. Pink furniture. Even the bed looks like it was murdered by roses. And me — trapped in a pink dress that squeezes me like a sausage, a crown sliding over my eyebrows. My face? Half-dead, half-disgusted.
When I thought I could finally breathe, the door opened.
A maid entered, bowing low.
"Your Majesty, Lady Guandeline."
I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my brain.
She added softly:
"Lady, I must do your makeup."
"MAKEUP?!" I shouted, throwing my arms. "Is wearing this cursed thing not horror enough for me already?!"
But let's rewind.
Two hours ago, in the throne room…
After showing them proof — after letting the artist finish his so-called masterpiece of me — I tried to run.
"Go behind her!" the guards shouted.
"It's he, you stupid people!" I screamed back.
But my freedom didn't last. One guard grabbed me like a potato sack, hauling me back while I kicked and cursed.
The maids were waiting. Dresses in hand.
I begged. I pleaded.
"Not the pink one! Anything but pink!"
One maid whispered with wet eyes:
"The King always loved it on Lady Guandeline."
That's when I broke. I, Bob — man of dignity, seeker of love — cried like a child.
And now I sit here, painted in silk and shame, wondering:
Will Bom and the others come for me?
Or will they leave me in this nightmare — trapped as the King's lost Guandeline forever?