You found yourself in Howl’s room, a treasure trove of colors, fabrics, and embroidered extravagance. The wardrobe doors stood open, revealing a dazzling array of coats, cloaks, and waistcoats, all rich with silks, velvets, and jeweled embellishments. You carefully lifted a deep blue cloak from its place, the fabric heavy and cool against your fingers, shimmering as it caught the light. Intricate golden embroidery curled along the edges like vines, and small gemstones winked like stars in the fabric. You draped it over your shoulders, fastening the clasp at your throat, and turned to the mirror.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you twirled slightly, watching how the fabric moved, regal and dramatic. You sighed wistfully, thinking out loud what probably everyone who ever saw Howl was thinking. “It must be nice, wearing things like this all the time.”

“Oh, I assure you, it is,” came Howl’s voice from the doorway. You jumped, spinning around just as Howl standing in the frame with a smile. He took in the sight of you wrapped in his cloak, eyes twinkling with amusement. Howl stepped into the room, reaching out to adjust the clasp with careful fingers. "I must say, you wear it quite well."