Chapter 49. I Might Never Be Free

"Is this too tight?" The seamstress asked when she yanked on the laces of a winter corset. Doris held her breath and quickly nodded to indicate that it was. The seamstress huffed and loosened it. "How about now?"

Doris released her breath and nodded. "It's fine, thank you."

"I have several dresses like this one for your trip, all suitable for winter. It's not proper for a maid traveling with a prince to wear pants, but I did include them in case of an emergency."

Doris frowned, what sort of emergency would need pants? Unless she was referring to the freezing temperatures. Doris might end up wearing them beneath her dress just so her legs didn't chill.

"Are all of them corseted? Will I be able to get out of them by myself?" Doris asked.

The taller woman gave Doris a long, curious look and shook her head. "I suppose if you lace it a little looser you might be able to squeeze yourself out of it, though it would be much easier if someone were to help you."<