Ophella smiled at the girl. "No dear we're quite done here. Now that I have your measurements it won't take me naught a few hours to create something special for you."
Galdora smiled and stood up. "Your usual rate? Plus the fee for the last minute call?"
"Yes dear that'll be fine." Ophella moved toward a line of fabric rolls.
The Queen linked arms with Clover. "Come along dear. Any color preferences speak now."
~
Mikal went to his father's study. After knocking on the door he was allowed in. "Father?" The king was alone sitting at his desk. "There's something I have to tell you."
"You mean the fact that Clover isn't Gladios' niece and she's actually a Lucet." The king didn't even look up from his paper.
"How'd you know?" Mikal sat in front of his father.
"I've known Gladios longer than you. Met the man's family when I pinned medals on his chest." Mikalar shuffled the papers. "But you're probably wondering why I haven't had your friend tossed into the cells to await execution yes?"
Mikal's foot tapped on the ground. "The thought crossed my mind just now yes."
"It's because I trust you son." Now Mikalar put his papers down and looked up at his son. "There's a reason you brought her here."
"Are you familiar with Diabolus?" The prince asked the king. "Well according to a legend he's coming back. Clover and I have matching marks. I need to browse the archives for everything about him. Things are about to change father. We need to be ready for it."
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