Part 6
The faes hold balls for many, many reasons and this is something that Kitty, in her staying in such kingdom taught her is that faes will kill for an invitation and is the literal meaning. How old is Kitty? Now, that´s a question she can´t be sure, per se, as her memories of her time prior to her existence in this kingdom is vague at the best. Yes, Kitty knows some faes that deal or dealt with this dilemma, but, it seems only Kitty is the one to completely disregard her past (well, at least, if people ask about she can say is not her top priority and is right)
But, back to the situation at hands, Kitty knows how those balls organized by the noble families work, thanks to a bit of bribery and a tad bit of kindness to one of the servants, and if you show up in the ball. Your life can change...but it can be a negative change as well.
Kitty wants changes as much she wants to learn swords and her sweet prince button is trying his best. The idea, as combined between the 3 of them (yes, her boss, for lack of speech, is coming along in this plan as the prince owns him a favour) is that Kitty must learn how to use the sword in their festival at least in a passable way and if she does that then the prince is free, if not, well, Kitty likes buttons.
Sure enough one can notice Kitty´s hands are getting a bit calloused and no flower fairy has hands like this and Emma Frost, a fake name she garners for herself as she loves to evoke wintery elements in her looks and is fan of the name Emma (funny story: Emma, the fae, has captured many other Emmas in the past just because they were silly enough to give their name to her) noticed the hands and frowns as her dress, one that she was quite pleased in using to the ball is now ruined.
Emma bites her lips, not a social fae by any means of the word, and thankfully for Kitty and everyone else, it was Emma who caused the problem on the dress and Emma is the one taking Kitty´s time to mend the dress if is possible.
“Your hands are calloused, what a flower fairy was doing?” Emma asked holding the dress first as if Kitty´s hands could be the cause of more damage for her pretty dress.
“My jobs, Emma, nothing else that concerns to you” she states and now Emma lets Kitty touch on the aforementioned dress. A pretty white gall that sure enough would fit Emma perfectly, however, the damage was too big and the ball is for this night.
And idea strikes Kitty. “I can fix the dress, but not for tonight,” Emma is at the verge of crying or throwing a hissy fit and her hissy fits usually ended up in people and fae dying. “however, I have a solution, we have dresses in this store that while not being white are perfect for you body and eyes...would you like to take a look?”
Emma now narrows her eyes and look at Kitty suspicious. “What you want from that?”
“A favour, nothing else”
“A favour?” Emma repeats and looks at her dress and the new options. A snobbish smile graces her lips. “Let´s make a deal, Kitty, if the dress I pick with you gets me as much attention as my usual dresses I shall let you have two favours from me” and this is a bet that Emma knows she will win. “If not, you´ll be my personal slave” she utters the words carefully as savouring the tension on Kitty´s expression.
Two favours from a noble Emma Frost or a life of servitude? Can´t she back down?
A deal was made and Emma arrive in the party with a new dress, not white this time, however to her dismay, she gets as much attention as she would have with her usual white dresses.
Meanwhile, Kurt is aware of the bet and is drinking nectar as pondering about his little Kitty being rebellious and taking so many risks. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
“I better act fast!” he mutters to himself already fearing the worse and Kurt hates the feeling of fearing, at least, he hates to feel this feeling, but, relish on the fear of his enemies.