Adrian's P. O. V

I've never liked those heavy outfits. The “bogious” royal robe that felt more like armor than an outfit. And the first thing that came to mind after signing the new oath of succession was to scrap it, and that is exactly what I did.

Master Ellan Thorn circled me, pins between his teeth and a measuring tape around his neck. The Royals family trusted him through three generations of kings. That kind of trust didn't come from luck. It came from never making a mistake.

He stopped circling and nodded in satisfaction.

"Your Highness”. He finally broke the silence. “This is the final fitting for the...