Remington's POV-
The dress Izmel had laid out for me fit loosely over my body. The fabric brushed this way and that against my skin with every movement. Izmel had already explained the strange material to me probably a half dozen times since I woke up, but it was still so foreign I couldn't help but ask again.
"Izmel, tell me again why I am wearing this contraption?" I whined softly as we walked towards the small army of cars that my guardians had arrived at the cabin in.
"The fabric comes from the Shadowlands, Princess. I had this made specially for you many years ago. It, like the Kings' garments, is infused with my shadows. This allows me to not only be attuned to each of your whereabouts more closely while we are in my father's realm, but also be aware of your health in case we are
