When I saw Merin making the bed, I blushed a little and quickly rushed over to the clothes my mate had prepared for me, but I frowned in frustration after only a few seconds.
Everything was silk and revealing, with jewels and golden patterns sewn on. There was nothing modest or casual. Everything here was designed to stand out.
"Merin please go to my old bedroom and bring me some of my clothing."
Merin placed a pillow on the bed and glanced at the divider where Derick was standing behind dressing.
"Um, Princess… sorry, Luna," She corrected again, "King Derick ordered that I donate all your old clothes."
"What?" I stood up, clutching the towel tightly and marched around the divider to find Derick doing up his pants, "Who said you could get rid of my stuff?!"
He didn't even seem fazed
