Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 15: Chapter 14: The Tale of a Head Piece / Dress to Impress

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Chapter 14: The Tale of a Head Piece / Dress to Impress I break the embrace with my dad and take a step back, smiling. "Duke Braemar, it is good to see you again,” I hear Angus say, and I imagine them doing ‘the nod’ to one another. "It is good to be home, Prince Angus,” my father replies. “Since you are here, would you please see me when you return to the keep with my daughter? We have some things that we need to discuss, but it can wait until the two of you are ready to come back. I have some reports I need to prepare and that’ll give me time to take care of that.” “Of course, Your Grace. I shall seek you out upon our return.” “Is everything okay, Daddy?” I ask out of concern. “Everything is fine, lass. It’s just some business that needs to be tended to and having Prince Angus here makes things more convenient for me,” he replies in a cheerful voice, but I recognize a serious undertone to it before it takes on a more genuine air. “You two enjoy yourselves, I’m sorry I interrupted. I just saw you and Prince Angus and decided to stop for a minute before heading home.” I hold out my arms for another hug because it feels like the natural thing to do, and he embraces me again before heading back to the keep. Angus gently takes my arm in his and turns me around before guiding me into the shop that we were heading to before my father surprised us. Once inside, he describes several different hats to me while commenting on how he thought they would look on my head. As he begins to describe the fifth hat, one that is so adorned with plumage that he says it would look like a peacock sat on someone’s head were they to wear it, one of the shop’s proprietors, a woman with a lovely voice, makes her way over to check on us. Upon hearing his description as she approaches, she laughs and heartily agrees with his assessment before she recognizes who we are. “Your Highness, Lady Beira, my apologies for approaching you both so casually, I didn’t recognize you,” she says stiffly as I see her general shape appear to kneel or bow deeply. “No apologies needed, you were treating us as you would any other customer, which is what we desire. Please, stand up,” Angus replies, a casual air to his speech. “Please, treat us as you would any other person who walks into your shop,” I add hastily, not wanting her to feel too uncomfortable. “Continue to t-tell us about this, um, adventurous piece, Mrs…” I say, gesturing in the general direction of the hat as my voice trails off, not knowing how to address the woman. “Kerr, Addie Kerr,” she intones. “It’s a pleasure, Mrs. Kerr,” I say smiling. “Please, tell me how such a piece came to be.” “This, um, unique head piece, was commissioned by one Lady de Bourgh,” Mrs. Kerr starts off, taking my words as permission to speak casually. “Perhaps you have heard of her?” I shake my head. “No, I don’t believe I have had the p-pleasure.” “Ah, well, she is one of the matrons of a minor house here in the city, though word is her house has fallen on hard times thanks to her eldest son, Lord George de Bourgh, who, due to a terrible gambling habit, had squandered most of the family fortune.” “Anyway, the Lady de Bourgh came in about four months ago to commission this unique expression of fashion. The design, which went through seventeen revisions that I had to draw before she was happy, was based on a style that she claimed was all the rage with the fashionistas in Aberling. It wasn’t, by the way, but she insisted it was and who am I to tell the Lady de Bourgh what is and isn’t at the height of fashion in the world of headwear? Never mind the fact that this style went out decades ago,” she said dryly. “Regardless, once the crème de la crème known as the Lady de Bourgh was happy with the design, I spent a month tracking down a supplier who could provide the,” she cleared her throat. “’Colorful’ plumage of which now exists before you. After that, I spent a month working on nothing but that ostentatious head piece, making sure to g