József slipped inside, the door creaking faintly, and went over to the trunk that had already been delivered pull out suitable clothes for dinner: black hose and slippers, a tunic made from four panels, two each of black and cobalt-black on the right, cobalt on the left on the top half, reversing on the bottom half. Across his chest was the Sacred Heart. He braided back his hair and tied it off with a black velvet ribbon, then pulled on a black cloak lined with soft, dark gray fur. "Go spend time with the men if you want, József. I doubt I'll need you again until morning."
"Yes, Your Grace," József said and dipped a hasty bow before bolting eagerly off.
Kristof smiled faintly, leaving the room at a slower pace, tracing his steps back to the beautiful dining room he had hastened through
