Chapter 112 – Making it to the new House

Chapter 112 – Making it to the new House

*** Alzi, end of her carriage ride ***

"My Lady, you should wake up. We're almost to the manor," the dryad says to wake me up.

"Should I care?" I mumble.

"I don't think it would be good to be carried to your bed the first time you're in your house. You'll be meeting your new wives, the maids, and servants. You don't want to look weak," she says.

"So I don't have anything to care about."

"My Lady. This is your position. It is best to accept it," the dryad insists.

"Hmph," I let out. I don't feel like going to sleep again, even to just spite them. I'll just wake up when they try to move me.

To keep ignoring the maids, I look out the window.

Outside, there is farmland. Plot after plot of crops fly by as we move down the stone road. A few armored women ride along the edges of my view through the small window in the door.

I give out a small chuckle and say, "farmland? A Princess lives on a farm?"

"Yes, I'm sure you know most of the land is farmland. The Princess has a large manor with quick access to the capital and two other major cities, along with a smaller city nearby that she directly controls. Is that not enough for you?" the younger human says back.

"It is funny. What is so important about me seeing farmland? I've been living on very little sleep for a while. If you remember, I was taken directly from my birthing table to a forced marriage and now a random manor in the middle of some farmland," I say, turning to the annoying maids. "Tell me. Would you say you two are doing a good job taking care of your Lady? My headmaid isn't even here. You care about my bad first impression, but what about yours? I hate all of you. Deeply and completely. Are you going to work on that?"

"It was not our choice to take you so quickly or marry immediately. I'm not sure what my mother is doing right now, but I assure you it is to help you. Why she cares so deeply for you is a mystery to me, but she does. We could've given you a few more minutes of sleep, my Lady. We just want you to know what the lands look like."

"Whatever," I say back, returning my gaze to the small window. I watch the ripe fields pass by, the sun getting low in the sky behind them. Just a few more hours till it sets on this terrible day.

The fields end abruptly, getting replaced by an empty grass field carefully cut. Then, a metal fence and a wall of tall ferns pass my eyes, bringing me into an annoyingly pretty garden. Yard? Who cares what it is.

Pretty flowers, sculptured bushes, and little huts fill the oversized yard to the side of the stone path. Then, the carriage turns and brings the Mansion into view.

Four floors, I think. Maybe the Princess is hiding some floors from me or something. Feels like a block wide. The siding was painted a deep red, clearly different from the color of clay bricks. Like they had to make sure everyone knew it wasn't a bunch of bricks. Needing everyone to know they had the money to waste painting it. Window after window line the sides behind the long balconies. Every room must have its own alcove to sit outside on.

Is this .... woman going to taunt me and put me on the fourth floor?

"My Lady, are you ready?" the dryad asks.

"For what?" I huff out.

"To meet your family."

"My family is back in the capital."

"Some of your family is in the capital. As I said earlier, my Lady. This is your family," she says. "Please, come with us. Let us introduce you to the other wives. They're excited to see you. Just give them a chance. Even if you hate the Princess, these women had nothing to do with the sale. The Princess chooses them all, and you independently. All they wish is for you to give them a chance."

"I just want to be with my Mother."

"Fine," I say. "Show me the way."

This time, the dryad takes the lead, going back down the stairs and deeper into the house. The walls all have the same type of artwork, and there are shiny wooden floors for my heels to clack on.

I don't know where the other wives went. I guess they dispersed during my little tantrum. The Princess did say something about dinner. It's lucky they have an appetite. Well, I won't be eating that mana food anymore, it seems, so maybe I'll get it back.

The dryad finally walks through a door leading to a changing room.

"Hold out your arms, please," she instructs. Stripping the robe off me. I slip out of the heels and wait for which door I should enter out of the three in front of me. "You want it to be warm, right?"

"Yes, the hotter, the better."

"Then this way."

Through the leftmost door is a room of marble. White shiny marble.

"Isn't this dangerous?" I ask, basically blinded by the light bouncing around the room.

"No, magic is a common tool for nobles," the human says. "Go on, get in."

I follow the command in the crazy room. A grand marble fountain stands in the middle of the large bath, replacing the small waterfall the brothel had. Naked women shoot water from their large breasts, each striking a strange pose. I give my breast a small squeeze to mimic the women in the statue for a second.

I take a dip in the steaming water and find it good enough. This is likely a sauna for most of the women, but I wouldn't mind it being a bit warmer.

"My Lady, just try to relax and let us take care of you," the dryad says, coming up behind me just as I sink into the water.

I don't do anything special for them; the nobles never did for me when I washed them, so that must be how it's done.

"AAHH!" screams out the human. "How are you nearly sleeping in this?!"

"Dragon."

"I can't wash her in this, I'll burn myself."

"You can use mana to protect yourself. Now come on," the dryad scolds.

I didn't make it easy on them, floating closer to the statue than is really necessary. But they can figure it out.

And they do. Or at least one of them does. A soapy hand starts working my shoulder and then down my arm. Be careful to get every inch before switching sides. The dryad is nearly done when the human woman comes into view.

She is pretty and has the chest of a noble. But she has a small frown.

"What did I do to you?" I ask.

She ignores me and just starts cleaning my legs. Her breasts swaying gently as she scrubs me down. The dryad starts on my chest, her soft hands working my breasts for a while before going to my abs.

"Can you flip over or stand up so we can get your wings and back?" she asks, whispering in my ears as her hands wander near my waste.

I lean forward, turn my head to the side, and unfurl my large wings for them to work on. Falling asleep to the soft scrubbing.