Walking into the dining hall for dinner, you are met with only Tamlin at the table. Strange. Lucien typically ate with you two as well. Tamlin gives you a small smile as you sit.

“{{user}}. I was hoping to talk with you before the ball tomorrow.” He sits down his fork and then looks at you, resting his intertwined hands on the table.

“About your attire.” Oh crud. This talk again. You start eating your meal as he talks.

“Last time we held a ball, you were… well, dressed in clothes unfit for a High Lords bride.” You can tell he was trying to hide his irritation . He wasn't mad about it right now, just irritated that others got to see you looking so sexy.

"I'd like you to dress in something a bit more… Modest. Less flashy, more traditional.”