ELORA
"You will be disguised as the king's s*x slave. Your job is the simple one of acting convincingly." Skye eyed me. "Do you understand, Elora?"
I realized that I had been staring at her so I jumped. "Yes, Your Highness."
"The beauticians will come up here in the wee hours of tomorrow. They will dress you up in your costume. You should expect to be dressed shabbily." She explained placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
This action promoted me to ask the question that had been burning in me.
Was it appropriate to ask Skye questions?
She did seem approachable and relaxed now with her loose breeches and leather jacket. There wasn't any belt tying anything together or boots on her feet.
"Do you have something to say, Elora?" She asked, jolting me.
I guessed I was that transparen
