Unovan Rose Act 34

“Hold still now.”

Zekrom could feel the corset tighten around his chest. Staring down, it took everything in his power to not accidentally tear the garment. For now, his attention turned to Rose.

“How are you feeling, princess?” Rose cooed and Zekrom’s cheeks turned light gray. Trying to find the words here, he found himself coming up short.

“Great, actually.” Zekrom answered and let his cheeks turn to normal. Turning in the direction of his fellow companions, they were watching intently to see how he would. Probably had something to do with the fact that he had probably insulted their attire at some point.

*You’re doing great, your highness!* Haxorus announced and Dragonite nodded in agreement. While Zekrom wanted to respond here, it would make the situation no doubt awkward for everyone involved. Considering the trouble it took just to get him inside without accidentally breaking the building, perhaps it is for the best.

“Yeah.” he thought and closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he did, his mind was assaulted on all sides by images. Moving far too fast for the deep black pokemon to discern details, a feeling of sadness came over him.

‘This is all your fault.’

‘You gave it all up.’

‘She could’ve been saved.’

‘Little dragon, all dressed up. What a pathetic beast. No wonder this is all your fault.’

Those words and more stabbed into Zekrom’s skin. Try as he might to stay strong, all that accomplished was their cries getting louder.

“Zekrom?” a voice called out and Zekrom’s eyes fluttered open. Staring down at Rose, he was met with her gloved hand around his claw. Dressed in a cyan gown

“Sorry. I was on the cusp of a memory. Except the memory feels like something that I don’t remember in the first place.” Zekrom whispered and felt a squeeze from the actress. Feeling good, the negative thoughts in his head faded away, his gaze came upon that of a petticoat. The first of many that would likely floof out his dress. Tempting as it would be to reach out and feel the garment, he decided against it. Made from white taffeta, one could see the care and not doubt money that Rose spent here. Had to be on par with the outfits his companions were wearing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Rose inquired and Zekrom shook his head. His makeup no doubt needed touching up. But, Goodra had everyone’s purses and they were likely on orders from Rose to keep the makeup away until his fitting was done. Considering what it would likely take just to get it remade, that was likely not an option.

“Not really. We’ll deal with it should something related to it comes up.” Zekrom whispered as the petticoat was brought up above his head. Getting carefully pulled down, care is taken in getting it looking nice. Especially as the next couple of sets are pulled down right after. Rustling about with each breath, the feeling was exhilarating.

“Fair enough.” Rose cooed and watched Zekrom’s cheeks go light gray. Looking away, his gaze came upon the dress. A fancy black ballgown, white lace and ribbon met that of frills to serve as a garment befitting their stature. “What do you think?”

Zekrom opened his mouth, but no words came out. Not out of sadness. Instead, joy. Was this how his companions felt when they were initially dressed up? Tempted as he was to ask, the conversation that would ensue would likely distract from the lovely people helping with this fitting. The last thing the deep black pokemon wished to do here as the dress was now up close. Raising his claws up, Zekrom felt the ballgown slip down onto his body. Smoothing out the frills and lace, Rose pulled out his tiara. Setting it back on his head, she helped him over to a full body mirror.

"What do you think?" Rose cooed and Zekrom stared in. A pretty princess right at home with her ladies-in-waiting and maid stared back. Carefully reaching out to Rose’s hand, she cradled her claw to the best of her abilities.

"That I need to reintroduce myself." Zekrom answered and felt Rose squeeze. Squeezing lightly, Goodra took that as their cue to bring their purses over. Handing Rose hers, she pulled out her card. Handing it to the seamstress, the transaction that followed was relatively quick. Getting the card back, Rose put it back into her. Then it was just a matter of helping Zekrom get his purse back on. Once that was done, the group made their exit.

Now outside, Zekrom let out a deep breath. Tempting as it would be to be rehearse, it was best to get this out in one take.

"I am Princess Zekrom, loyal friend to Lady Rose and her companions." Princess Zekrom greeted, doing his best attempt at a curtsey. While absolutely needing work, that could be looked past here.

"It's nice to meet you, princess." Haxorus announced and held a claw out. Getting a shake, Goodra and Dragonite walked up to do the same. Shaking their claws as well, thoughts of the future flooded their minds…