After eating a hearty breakfast, Balgair pushed away from the table and stood up. “Delilah, I forgot to ask you something yesterday.” When the bean-cheangail looked up, he inquired. “What did your Maighstir wear to the office?”
Delilah glanced over at her bond-sister before answering. “He usually wore black cotton pants, a white shirt, and his cloak.” She paused for a moment. “He also had a formal suit for dress occasions.”
Heather looked up from cleaning the breakfast dishes when she felt a deep calm from Balgair, who was staring vacantly into the distance.
“Well, I don’t want to wear chainmail all day, and I don’t have my dress uniform with me.” I can only hope that Nell and Amelia remember to pack it. Balgair brushed his thumb across his lower lip. “I’m going to have to figure out something to wear.” He blew out a slow breath, looking over to Heather and Delilah. “Would Julius have what I need?”
The dark-haired bean-cheangail bit her lip as she thought it over. “Julius j…
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