Kaiden's skin crawled as Yetta diligently wiped down his chest and back, her diligent attention to detail leaving no inch untouched.
Yetta, with skillful precision and delicate movements, gently washed Kaiden's body, all the while being cautious to avoid any contact with the pendant adorning his neck. She carefully maneuvered around the pendant, making sure not to touch or disrupt it as she cleansed his skin of the grime and sweat that clung to him now. Her care in preserving the pendant's sanctity was evident as she carried out her duties, ensuring both Kaiden's cleanliness and the veneration of the sacred artifact.
Cerelia stood beside Yetta, holding a bowl of water, ready to assist in the cleaning process. Kaiden, seeking a reprieve from the discomfort, looked up at the ceiling. His ears perked up, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation between Loden and Wulfric standing near the doorway of the room. As he listened in, the anticipation and curiosity swelled within him.
Kaiden, unable to discern the precise words exchanged between Loden and Wulfric, allowed a small smile to grace his face as he reflected on Loden's recent rescue. The thought of being saved by his friend filled his heart with gratitude. However, a tinge of uncertainty lingered, as Kaiden pondered whether the Loden he encountered was the same person he had spoken to only two nights prior. Perhaps there were changes or new layers to his friend that he had yet to discover, and this uncertainty sparked a sense of anticipation and curiosity within Kaiden.
Yetta, addressing Kaiden with respect, declared, "Your grace, it's time for us to proceed with cleaning your lower half." Faced with the prospect of having his private areas exposed, Kaiden couldn't hide his embarrassment, his face turning slightly flushed. Seeking to retain a measure of modesty, he requested, "Can we leave my underwear on while you clean me, please?" Kaiden's shyness was apparent, reflecting his embarrassment at the thought of being exposed in such an intimate manner.
Kaiden's question caught Loden and Wulfric's attention, their eyes flickering toward the trio. Cerelia, unable to contain her amusement, burst into giggles, almost letting the bowl in her hands slip. Barely managing to regain her composure as she hid her face momentarily trying to conceal her laughter, but it was evident that she found Kaiden's request amusing. Loden glanced back at Wulfric, a flicker of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, while Wulfric rolled his eyes and resumed their conversation. The tension in the air was palpable, as the seriousness of the situation mingled with the inherent awkwardness of Kaiden's request.
Yetta takes a moment to compose herself, acknowledging Kaiden's request with a reassuring tone. "Yes, your grace. We will leave your undergarments on while we clean you," she assured him. Yetta clarified, "We weren't planning to remove them." Her words sought to alleviate any lingering doubts and ensure Kaiden that his modesty would be respected during the cleaning process.
Kaiden's confusion gradually gave way to clarity, as he realized that his thoughts had gotten ahead of himself. Gratitude filled his voice as he expressed his thanks to Yetta. In a soft whisper, meant only for the ears of the three of them, Kaiden cautiously inquired, "Could we possibly ask them to leave the room and close the door, if it's not too much trouble?" The request was tinged with a hint of shyness and sensitivity, indicating his preference for future privacy while being cleaned.
Yetta and Cerelia, fully attuned to Kaiden's need for privacy, swiftly responded to his request by nodding in agreement. Yetta then approached Wulfric and Loden, addressing them courteously yet firmly. "Please leave the room," she said. "We must attend to the task of preparing the Priestess. Kindly give us some space," Yetta continued, signaling their need to proceed with their work in a calm yet determined manner. Her directive, delivered with gentle assertiveness, invited Wulfric and Loden to step away, respecting Kaiden's right to privacy during the preparations.
Loden and Wulfric, observing Yetta's request and Kaiden's shrug, opted to respect the situation. Wulfric rolled his eyes but ultimately complied, moving away from the room to give Yetta and Cerelia the space they needed to work. Loden, acknowledging the need for privacy, nodded in agreement and followed Wulfric out of the room, allowing Yetta to close the door behind them. With their absence, Yetta and Cerelia proceeded to continue cleaning Kaiden as they had discussed.
Yetta returns to stand beside Kaiden, her demeanor composed yet focused. With a discreet cough to attract his attention, she gestures towards his trousers, silently indicating the need for him to lower them. Caught off guard by the request, Kaiden blushes slightly but reluctantly complies. To his surprise, the girls become fixated on his underwear, seeming both puzzled and amused. Yetta and Cerelia exchange a glance and lightly shake their heads, perhaps finding the situation a little unexpected or unusual.
Yetta swiftly immersed the cloth in the bowl held by Cerelia, swiftly resuming the cleaning process. She concentrated on wiping down Kaiden's legs and feet with determined efficiency. As Yetta scrubbed his feet, Kaiden couldn't resist the ticklish sensation it elicited, causing him to let out a giggle. The momentary laughter provided a brief respite from the otherwise solemn atmosphere of the preparation ritual.
Once Yetta completed her meticulous cleansing, she transferred the cloth back to Cerelia's hands and wiped her own hands on her clothes, signaling the conclusion of the cleaning process. With a formal tone, she addressed Kaiden. "Finished, now for the garment. Your grace." Yetta's words indicated that the next step was to proceed with the garment, the ceremonial attire Kaiden would wear for the upcoming ritual.
Kaiden nods his assent, observing silently as Yetta and Cerelia fetch the box from its place on the bed. Cerelia delicately lifted the lid, revealing the shoes and other items awaiting Kaiden.
The black shoes glinted softly in the light, their polished exterior reflecting the care with which they were crafted. The remaining contents of the box remained a mystery for Kaiden, adding to the anticipation of the ceremonial attire he was about to wear.
Yetta delicately took command of the situation, carefully folding the garment upon her arm, concealing it from Kaiden's curious gaze. Meanwhile, Cerelia busied herself with gathering the remaining accessories from within the box. The jewelry consisted of a chain or necklace, two silver bracelets or wristbands, and a gleaming crown of the purest silver. Each item sparkled with elegance, adding an air of regality to the ceremonial attire Kaiden was about to adorn.
Kaiden, unaware of the existence of the adornments, was taken aback by their sudden appearance. His anticipation mounted as he watched Yetta and Cerelia approach, their movements deliberate and purposeful. Cerelia gently arranged the jewelry on the table, creating a display of opulence that drew Kaiden's attention. As Kaiden observed the array of accessories, he couldn't help but wonder if they would seamlessly complement not just his attire, but also his distinctly male form.
Cerelia, with practiced grace, positioned the black shoes on the floor before Kaiden, their dark leather exuding elegance. "Your grace," she uttered, her voice melodic and soothing. Kaiden proceeded to carefully step into the shoes, feeling a snug fit that resembled slippers. The shoes contoured to his feet perfectly, seemingly created on purpose to match his form.
Cerelia and Yetta moved in harmonious coordination, focusing their efforts on the garment. Kaiden, still adjusting to the snug fit of the shoes, now had a clearer view of the intricate design adorning the fabric. The silver hue and vivid colors of the garment continued to impress Kaiden with their inherent elegance. Each detail of the garment's artistry came alive, promising a grand transformation for the forthcoming ritual.
Yetta, in collaboration with Cerelia, held the garment aloft, its fabric shimmering with an otherworldly glow. With a hint of shyness, Yetta addressed Kaiden, "Your grace, if you could lift your arms for us, as you are slightly taller than we are." Kaiden complied, raising his arms in response to the request, allowing Yetta and Cerelia to expertly fit the garment over his form.
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The garment enveloped his figure, the fabric flowing gracefully to the floor, its length expertly adjusted to be both majestic and practical. The fit was now slightly looser, allowing for more comfortable movement, unlike the previous snug fit. Kaiden experimentally moved his arms, noting the absence of the translucent sleeves that had adorned the garment before. The lack of fabric on his arms allowed for greater freedom of movement while also emphasizing his masculine figure. Kaiden turned his gaze as best he could, attempting to glimpse the back section of the garment on his back without success.
A trace of unease tinged Kaiden's voice as he posed his question, his words carrying a hint of trepidation. "Is my back exposed, or is it covered?" he asked, his tone hushed and laced with concern. Yetta and Cerelia exchanged a perplexed glance, momentarily caught off guard by the question. Without hesitation, Yetta stepped around him to inspect his appearance from behind.
Yetta stepped back around to face Kaiden, her expression carrying reassurance and understanding. She shook her head gently, addressing his concerns with a calming tone. "You are indeed covered, your grace," Yetta affirmed. "The only exposed areas are your arms and the top of your chest, leaving the rest of your form shielded." Her words carried a promise of decency and elegance, assuring Kaiden that he need not worry about any unintended exposure.
Kaiden let out a soft sigh of relief, finding solace in the realization that at least Gideon had adhered to his request. He couldn’t help but muse about the situation, muttering under his breath, "At least Gideon had complied." However, a lingering question resurfaced in his mind; he had originally desired to don a two-piece outfit rather than a full dress.
As his thoughts wandered, a hint of irritation laced his expression as he whispered, “Didn’t I ask for a two-piece outfit? Ugh, Gideon.” He turned his gaze.
“What was that, your Grace?” Cerelia asks.
Cerelia's gentle question caught Kaiden's attention, prompting him to shake his head in response. "It's nothing, my apologies," he replied, his voice carrying a touch of self-consciousness. Yetta's observation then followed; her words infused with a touch of admiration. "You look beautiful, your grace. Truly fitting of the priestess of Astrayln," she added with genuine joy.
The compliment from Yetta carried a sense of reassurance and pride, affirming Kaiden's newfound elegance as a priestess of Astrayln.
Cerelia swiftly nodded in agreement; her movements focused on adorning Kaiden with the jewelry she held in her hands. Kaiden, determined to immerse himself fully in the present moment, firmly shook his head in an effort to banish any lingering thoughts about Gideon from his mind. With unwavering determination, Kaiden redirected his attention to the current moment, ready to embrace the significance of the upcoming ritual.
With practiced ease, Cerelia delicately placed the metal wristbands onto Kaiden's arms one by one, ensuring a snug and secure fit. The bands gleamed on Kaiden's arms, catching the light with every subtle movement. Cerelia then reverently lifted the gleaming silver crown, considering how to place this adornment upon Kaiden's head.
Yetta observed quietly as Cerelia, unable to reach Kaiden's head comfortably without assistance, emitted a gentle cough to get their attention. Sensing Yetta's subtle cue, Kaiden gracefully inclined his head forward, lending a helping hand so Cerelia could effortlessly reach the highest point of his head.
Cerelia's smile widened with satisfaction as she delicately positioned the silver circlet, ensuring it sat perfectly on Kaiden's head. A small gem adorned the central point of the circlet, its placement carefully adjusted by Cerelia for optimal symmetry. Once everything was in place, she withdrew her hands, leaving Kaiden adorned in the full splendor of the outfit and accessories.
Yetta quietly cleared her throat, drawing the attention of both Kaiden and Cerelia. With careful yet deliberate movements, Yetta held up the gleaming metal chain, uncertain about its placement until she skillfully guided it along the path of the garment. Starting at the back, she gracefully attached the metal links to the fabric, looping it around the front to connect once more. The metal chain snaked its way across the garment with an aesthetic purpose, adding a touch of mystique to Kaiden's already regal appearance.
Yetta and Cerelia stepped back, assessing their handiwork with a discerning eye. Kaiden attempted to gain a better view of himself but found it challenging due to the lack of vision. Yetta voiced her thoughts aloud, raising an eyebrow in contemplation. “There's something amiss,” she remarked. “Are we missing the fabric for the crown? It is incomplete without it.” Cerelia glanced over Kaiden and nodded in agreement with Yetta's observations.
Yetta, her frustration mounting, scours the box but comes up empty. Muttering about Gideon's tendency to complicate matters, she finally discovers the missing veil tucked away beneath the lid of the box that was laying on the bed. With a mix of relief and exasperation, she retrieved the delicate veil, ready to complete the vision.
Yetta, stepping behind Kaiden, carefully unfolded the veil and gently secured its ends to the metal circlet already placed upon his head, ensuring a secure fit. With a sense of satisfaction, Yetta stepped back, admiring the completed look. "Finished," she declared, a note of awe in her voice. "Oh, your grace, you look absolutely magnificent." Her words carried a sense of reverence and pride in their craftsmanship. Kaiden, now fully adorned, stood radiant, ready to make an entrance that would leave everyone in awe.
Kaiden, curious about his appearance, looked down, seeking a glimpse of himself. When he lifted his gaze, he noticed Cerelia and Yetta moving a floor-length mirror into place. The sunlight from the window illuminated the chamber with a warm glow, casting its radiance around them. As Kaiden stepped closer to the mirror for a better view, the reflection that greeted him was truly breathtaking. The silvery hues of the fabric mirrored the shine of his skin and hair, accentuating the unique color of his eyes. The overall effect was striking, leaving Kaiden momentarily speechless as he admired the vision that stood before him.
Kaiden's fingertips grazed the pendant at his neck, the touch evoking a gentle reminder of its presence. Cerelia and Yetta, observing the moment, exchanged a knowing glance. The pendant had a special connection to Kaiden, radiating a subtle warmth that hinted at its significance. Cerelia spoke, her voice filled with reverence. “Astrayln will be honored, indeed.” Yetta nodded in agreement, their excitement palpable. The completion of Kaiden's transformation into the priestess of Astrayln seemed nearing its fruition, and everyone in the chamber anticipated the impact it would have on the entire ceremony.
As Kaiden stood before the mirror adorned in the priestess's attire, an undeniable elegance exuded from his form. Yetta and Cerelia marveled at their work; their satisfaction evident in the way they regarded Kaiden. The pendant around his neck glowed softly, adding a divine touch to the whole ensemble. Kaiden, captivated by his reflection, ran his fingers along the shimmering fabric, feeling the richness of the textures. Finally, he turned to face Yetta and Cerelia, his gratitude clear in his eyes.
Kaiden paused for a moment, taking in the magnificence of the attire. "Yetta and Cerelia," he repeated, his voice filled with reverence and thankfulness. "This is extraordinary. I never thought I could look like this, like a vision of divine radiance. An actually Priestess." He touched his head gently, tracing the lines of the circlet with a newfound wonder. "Is this really me?" Kaiden's eyes sparkled with joy as he stood before the mirror, a mix of awe and disbelief filling his heart. Meanwhile, Yetta and Cerelia shared a knowing smile, elated to have played a part in Kaiden's transformation.
Cerelia lets out a gleeful giggle, her excitement uncontainable. “Wait until they see you.”
Yetta's calm demeanor steadies her friend with a gentle motion of her hands. Turning to Kaiden, Yetta asks, "Priestess, are you prepared to unveil yourself to them?" The anticipation in the chamber is palpable, the moment of revelation drawing nearer.
Kaiden, now fully immersed in the beauty of his transformed appearance, smiled at Yetta and Cerelia. "I am as ready as I'll ever be," he replied, a mix of eagerness and anticipation coursing through him. Yetta and Cerelia exchanged knowing glances, both thrilled for this momentous occasion. With a nod of agreement, Yetta gestured towards the door, signaling that it was time to embark on this sacred journey. "Let us not keep them waiting any longer," she remarked, a touch of excitement in her voice. "It is time to unveil the Priestess of Astrayln to the world."
Kaiden, his confidence and excitement growing with each passing minute, nodded eagerly. "I'm ready," he affirmed. Yetta, satisfied with Kaiden's assent, gestured for him to turn towards the door.
With a sense of solemnity, Kaiden gently moved to the table, picking up the parchment scroll. He then carefully unfurled it, admiring the fine parchment once again and the ornate calligraphy upon its surface. After signing his name on the bottom, he delicately plucked a lock of his golden blonde hair, rolling it within his palm. With utmost care, he slipped the rolled hair into the scroll and rolled it back up placing the items within his garment, ensuring its safekeeping. The entire process exuded a sense of reverence, Kaiden's actions speaking volumes of the scroll's significance to ritual. Kaiden turned and walked to leave the room, ready to make his entrance. Yetta and Cerelia followed closely behind, their gazes filled with pride and anticipation. The moment had arrived, and Kaiden knew that his transformation would leave everyone in awe.