Blair POV
It took hours to get ready. Hours of being primped and pampered and made to feel like I wasn't pretty enough to be the mate of King Braedon. I refused to color my hair, offending the hairdresser who glowered at me. My feet were forced into tight-fitting heels with straps that cut into my flesh and I wore a dress that revealed entirely too much skin for my liking, the long slit exposing my upper thigh, the thong I was wearing beneath the dress uncomfortable and irritating. By the time I was finished getting ready, I was angry. I felt like a Barbie doll. I hadn't enjoyed the experience, no matter how many times I was told how lucky I was to have this much attention lavished on me and how much was being spent on me. I hadn't asked for this. I hadn't asked for a designer dress and h
