#elaborate goblets and fine worked gold jewelry

[cogentranting]

Love the phrasing of this because it absolutely does make me think of some hidden entrance in the side of a mountain leading to a cavern with an underground forge and dwarven workshop full of rare and possibly enchanted metalcraft.

[capricornus-rex]

#3 of Hath Heart Love Till Now

Cal Kestis x Reader

Had to cut it short to a 1k word minimum per part ;) Already working on the latter parts, so stay tuned!

Masterlist

Read Parts 1, 2, and 4 (Final)

The same servant who escorted you to her room had already drawn your bath. You step into the water in the tub, the temperature was lukewarm, and you slide down from the incline of the tub as you nerves calmed.

“How is the water, milady?”

“It’s perfect.”

You feel her sit by the bathtub, she gently took your hair into her hand and gingerly poured water on it. The water was evidently fragrant, the petals on the water were of a different flower that you have never seen before. You scooped a few petals from the water and brought it to your nose, one whiff and the flower exerted a strong yet pleasant scent.

“It’s pure Naboo Jasmine, milady. The most fragrant there is.”

“What is your name?”

“Lestia, my lady.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thank you. Yours as well.”

After your bath, there were three more ladies-in-waiting in your bedroom. They introduced themselves before you, each one bowing after they’ve said their names: Perina, Mitoria, and Forelle. You sit among them. Lestia dried your hair while the others entertained you with stories. It did not take long for you to adapt with them, you can easily understand their jokes and idioms and you buckled in laughter. Typical Naboo girl talk.

“What kind of man do you prefer, Lady [y/n]?” Forelle asked casually.

You were taken aback by the question but not offended, of course. The cogs in your mind cranked and slowly started running as you begin to think of the right words.

“Do you like a boy with hair as red as fire?” Lestia teased as she smoothed your hair.

You stifled a laugh and bit your lip. Perina gasped like a teenager, wagging her finger at you while she covers her other hand with her open mouth.

“Milady is blushing!”

The girls giggled as you blushed, you have never had this kind of giddy because you have spent most of your childhood playing rough with your fellow Padawans—hitting each other with dummy sabers in the courtyard and all. That was a whole other definition of giddy.

“I think Milady has someone in mind already.” Lestia winked at you. Of course she knew.

Mitoria had begun styling your hair, her slender fingers navigated their way through your [hair color] locks with great ease and expertise, the most elaborate of styles do not faze her.

Perina had a skill with the face. You are her living canvas—the fine bristles of her brush glide on your skin, leaving streaks and spots of powder and colors in all the right places, and for her finishing touch: painting your lip in the shade of a juvenile rose.

“See? Very beautiful.” Perina smiled.

Lestia stood up, “It’s time for Milady’s garments.”

The girls shuffled in excitement. Mitoria covered your eyes from behind, Lestia opened the closet and handed a case to Forelle. As for Lestia, she tenderly cradled your dress with both hands supporting the top and bottom portions to see the full length.

“Go on, let Lady [y/n] see.”

You opened your eyes and you were utterly mesmerized.

“Oh!” You swooned. “It’s so beautiful.”

“One more thing, milady.” Forelle added, she opened the case that she had been holding, and before you was an array of jewelry, complete from head to toe. Your hand hovered over the case, pointing on the particular accessories that tickled your fancy, and the ladies put it on you.

“There, you’re ready.” Lestia said with great pride.

Cere, Greez, and Cal were summoned to the ballroom. You were summoned to join your sister in her ingress, your parents were also there. You all had a little reunion—you hugged, you and your sister clasped each other’s hands before the ingress starts, and your Queen Sister marched with two of her handmaidens in the front.

“I hope you have interesting stories for me.” she whispered to you.

“I have just the thing.” you smugly say.

“Queen of the Naboo,” a voice announced. “And her beloved sister, Lady [y/n] of the Naboo.”

The mere mention of your name drew in Cal’s attention alone.

Behold the stars and their gold dust resting on your hair as loose locks spilled over your shoulders. The fabric of your dress was the fragile ice on the mountains of Zeffo, sweeping off the marble floor with your every step. The moon shone over your heart, strung around your neck as if you were its guardian saint.

You find Cal in the crowd. You smiled at him, both to acknowledge his presence and that you’ve never seen him all dashing.

“Wow.” Cal muttered under his breath.

Cere saw the boy stricken and smitten. She smirked and continued to watch the Queen and her family’s ingress.

The Queen gave a brief speech, goblet in hand, and concluding it with a wish for a happy night and a joyous celebration for everyone in the ballroom tonight. There was a dance, you and your father joined in; he was so happy that his little princess had come to visit home. You last saw him a middle-aged yet strong man, now his hair had greyed and his beard grown but his joints still haven’t stiffened.

“You know, keep looking on until some other guy steals her.” Greez groans.

“Greez,” Cere hissed.

“What? All I’m saying to the kid is ask her for a dance before someone else does!”

After your dance with your father, you finally met with Cal who seems to be behaving bashfully.

“Hi, guys.” You greeted, still in bliss from the dance with your father.

“[y/n], you’re looking very pretty tonight,” Cere compliments.

“Thanks, you guys look good too!”

“Well, we have the Queen to thank for that.” she winked.

At the corner of your eye, you notice that Cal has been staring at you, unsure what to say or what to do—even though he greatly considered Greez’s suggestion, albeit put terribly so.

“[y/n]…”

“Yes?”

“Will you have this dance with me?”

He offers his hand to you with hopeful eyes.