The mother and daughter moved toward the lounge area, taking a seat opposite each other on the large couches beside the roaring log burner.
“We are going to the dress maker tomorrow,” Meradith opened the conversation.
“Oh, I have some that the king gifted to me,” Eliza smiled.
“I know. However, his majesty expressed a wish to take you to see the royal seamstress. If you take up the role as one of his advisors, you are going to need many clothes.” Meradith smiled.
“Oh, I don’t have much money. I left everything back at Glacier,” Eliza said, not wanting to put the financial burden of new clothing onto her parents. She had been paid, well, for her warrior services back at Glacier. However, now she was in the Ice Palace, she had no income. Unless she accepted the kings offer of employme
