«My brother doesn't know a thing,» Princess Lyland starts. «But you're both lucky that I'm here.»
My Duke moves to the couch and sits there, silently listening to his sister's bragging. He's quietly accepting all the critiques as if he was used to this.
«There is an Ethiro tradition that states that brides have to wear something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue,» the young girl explains.
Oh, I haven't heard of this tradition either.
«You already have something old around your neck, sister-in-law. That necklace was bought by the imperial family around two centuries ago. Well, something blue is usually a piece of underwear or a ring. Do you have a ring?»
I look at the jewels on the table. Mhm, no blue ring.
«How much blue does it need to be?» I inquire. I have some undergarments that are light blue.
«Any shade is fine.»
«I have blue garters. Also, I suppose that everything in my wardrobe is new.»
