The older Fae servant appeared again after I had gotten ready. Had she somehow magically known my measurements? Everything fit perfectly. Luckily, I remembered how to tie a cravat, even though it had been a century and a half since the last time I'd had to do so.
Although I still wore my gargoyle face and body, I appeared to be a civilized gentleman in the clothing and with my hair settled after being mussed from all the flying I'd done. My wings still stood out behind me, but more as accessories or signs that I could snatch a Fae princess out of danger if necessary. Not that she couldn't defend herself…
The servant looked me up and down and nodded. "You're quite the handsome gargoyle. This way."
She led me through the hallway and down some back stairs to a different corridor, this one
