“I can’t believe we have to wear these f*****g things,” Red subvocalized as she and Zad held position behind the princess while she gave her talk. The sound was outside the range most humanoids could hear, but she easily picked it up. It was a new revelation, one that pleased her. At least she and Red could communicate without anyone else realizing.
“Not the worst thing I’ve had to wear.”
She caught Red’s eye and gave a small shrug. She wasn’t lying. They were at least wearing skinsuits beneath the skimpy ceremonial armor, and she’d heard Merry arguing bitterly that her bodyguards should be wearing tactical gear like all the others rather than some male nerd’s wet dream fantasy. Kaler hadn’t budged an inch, insisting it was protocol and he could reassign a couple of his own people to the
