With mischief in his voice, Will spoke first. “Alright, my Lucky mate, we need to see how you move with your new wardrobe.”
His eyes flickered, and for a split second, I saw them change to a bloody red hue. The sight sent a chill down my spine, and I froze in place. Noticing my reaction, he added in a low, threatening tone, “Except your undergarments. No one but I will see fit that you have appropriate clothing.”
The word “undergarments” confused me, but before I could ask, Weston spoke up, his tone calm and explanatory.
“Judging by your expression, Your Majesty, and the scent of your fear,” he began, “I’d like to clarify. The King referred to your underwear as ‘undergarments.’ It’s an older term, but they mean the same thing. And,” he added with a smirk, “I wouldn’t dare argue with him
