“Do I really have to go?” Galen sounded like a child being forced to go to an extra hour of schooling. He sat at his desk, writing a letter. Behind him stood a heavy-set woman, her arms crossed over her large bosom. The lady sniffed and shrugged her shoulders as if ruffling feathers, “Yes! You told Blake that you would be going so I planned on it.” Galen groaned gently before turning around in his seat. He stared up at his wife with a pout on his lips. The doctor stood up, becoming eye level with her.
“Katherine,” Galen began in a pleading voice, “I really just want to stay in my study. I have some very important things to write about.” He pointed towards his papers on the desk. The doctor was promptly responded to by a loud slap on his hand. Recoiling back, he sighed and avoided his glaring wife’s gaze. “Fine, fine. I’ll go.” Katherine’s glare turned into a cheerful smile as she clapped her hands together, “Wonderful!” She went over to the table, collecting the papers and placing them in a stack. “Eileen wants to help dress you up, so come along.” The woman grabbed Galen’s hand and pulled him along. The sheer strength of Katherine pulled Galen along, the doctor trying his best to keep up with his wife.
Once they reached Galen’s bedroom, Katherine ushered the man in. His daughter obviously had been waiting for a while as clothes were strewn all over the floor and bed. Galen glanced at the rumpled piles of clothing before grimacing when he saw the makeup box. Turning back to Katherine, he opened his mouth to complain but the dirty look she gave shut him up instantly.
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Galen walked down the stairs with his daughter as they went towards the main part of the manor. The middle of the manor was the more common area, a huge ballroom and lounge room created it. On one side of the common area was Galen’s quarters including his study and bedroom, as well as the kitchen. On the other side was Katherine and the children’s quarters. The separate quarters were distanced from the common area by slender hallways that connected the buildings.
The doctor had been dressed in the brightest clothing known to mankind. A long purple velvet robe was pulled over a rather expensive red doublet. His pants matched his vest and were one of his tightest pairs. He just thanked the lords that his noble’s robe covered his lower areas. In fact the robe was one of his longest, going past his knees and from a distance looked almost like a sleeveless dress. His curls had been dressed up into a rather womanly fashion. It was the only style of hairstyle Galen’s daughter knew how to do. Eileen sported the exact same one in her golden blonde hair. The eleven year-old girl jumped ahead of Galen, walking backwards for a few seconds to evaluate her dad. She grinned, “You look beautiful, daddy.”
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It wasn’t long until the party actually began. Galen avoided his wife, not wanting to talk to every single guest that entered the home. He hid out with the waiters looking absolutely glum. Due to his expression, he had been offered drinks more than once by the waiters. Galen was having a difficult time rejecting the offers. It was bad enough that he had to come to his wife’s party when he’d rather be working on his research. But with the addition of his bright and feminine fashion, he felt as if he was going to die. He only held out about ten minutes after the party started and he was forced to meet about five different lords, all of which gave him odd looks, when Galen finally gave in. He turned to the nearest waiter and grabbed a glass of wine. The waiter smiled knowingly before continuing on. It only took about three minutes until the wine was gone and Galen had another glass in his hand.
After a while, one of the waiters decided to just stay by Galen because he kept coming for more. In his hand, he held his seventh glass of wine and he was feeling much better than he had for a long time. The first three drinks, he had been feeling guilty but by the time he washed down the forth all of the guilt disappeared and all he could think about was drinking more and maybe later dancing.
