The bulk of Seraphina’s winter clothes arrived the following day, folded neatly and stuffed into several large leather suitcases bordered by brass and copper. Willow waved excitedly from the front of the carriage that had been hired to transport the expensive items, his expression dropping to a frown when he caught sight of the morose aura that seemed to drape over the princess like a damp blanket.
“Yikes,” he chirped. “What happened to you?”
Seraphina blinked at him from where she had been examining one of the dresses – a delicate burgundy gown with a stiff high collar woven with black flowers. Willow had even taken her hips into consideration while sewing, allowing the fabric to drape fetchingly over her relatively thick thighs instead of compressing her waist and butt. Honestly, as
