"I've made this outfit days ago, darling! You do not have to worry. It's actually my surprise ever since I heard the princesses were going to test you!" Drizelous exclaimed, arms raised dramatically as he twirled on his heels.
'What is going on...?'
Florian stood still, half-dressed in one of the outfits, watching the flamboyant man practically bounce across the room. Three outfits lay draped across his bed and armchairs, each more extravagant than the last. Embroidered silks, sparkling gems, and flowing fabrics—Drizelous had clearly gone all out.
"Oh, let me tell you. His Majesty might not even let the princesses test you anymore, and instead crown you queen himself with this outfit!" he giggled, striking a mock-regal pose.
'Why is he even here?'
It was still early. Too early. The sky outside was still streaked in sleepy orange and blue. Cashew stood near the wall, carrying Azure in his arms, his expression quietly confused. Even the dragon blinked in visible bewilderment.
