Castien’s sojourn into the guards’ quarters was the only one that gained him any information before he and Theirn had to return to their chambers to dress for dinner with the Lord. When it came to what they were to wear, Theirn did the honors. He chose the perfect dress for the evening and strongly suggested which tunic Castien should don to complement it.
Theirn had really begun to play his role well, thanks in part to the clothing Daeron’s mother had selected for them. But Castien had to wonder about how enthusiastically he seemed to be getting into it. Theirn was, Castien thought as he watched him, a truly beautiful lad. He couldn’t imagine he hadn’t had problems with that, especially since Theirn had lived on the streets. And yet he appeared to be accepting the role he now played with
