Adrian's P. O. V

I've always hated those "bogious" royal robes that felt more like wearing armor rather than wearing an outfit. And the first thing that came to mind after signing the new oath of succession was to scrap it... For good.

Master Ellan Thorn circled me, pins between his teeth and a measuring tape around his neck.

The Devonsol family trusted his design skills through three generations of Alphas. 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 new Royals designs....