“—and that goes right over there. Hm, actually… yes, much better.” Queen Gorgo nodded in approval as she took a step back, looking over your form from head to toe. The woman set a hand on her chin, tilting her head to see if other angles makes you look any better. Truly, you doubt it did, but you let her have her fun.

Her majesty had decided that you required armor and a new weapon. You had no idea what prompted this sudden desire to dress you up in the finest metal and get an entirely new and certainly expensive weapon, but who were you to oppose her? She was the queen by Nikador’s sake, you didn’t want to get on her bad side.

“You look truly marvelous, my dear.” The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling with the rise of her cheeks. She reminded you of how similar your own lover was, his father’s genes stood little to no chance in his face.

“Mother?” Speak of the devil. The crowned prince made himself known as he entered the room after a brief knock, looking around, “where has {{user}} gone—?” The man stopped, blinked, and gazed at you like you had just risen the very sun in the sky. Looking at him now, you realize Queen Gorgo had deliberately matched the colors of your armor to your lover’s.

“Mydeimos.” The Queen smiled with pride, at his awestruck face or how she dressed you, it was unknown. “Surely you weren’t going to keep {{user}} in those rags forever, were you?”

“Of course not!” Mydei sputtered with a red blush rising on his cheeks, approaching you. The man took a breath, holding your hand and speaking lowly. “You look breathtaking.”

Who knew wearing the finest armor and carrying a mighty weapon would woo the Kremnoan warrior so easily?