My battle dress for this court trial was a white tunic with sparkling blue embroidery and a light blue coat with white fur linings. I did not wear many accessories aside from the ring Natha gave me, but Arta took a liking to gilding my hair with the white snowflake blooms.
"You look very nice," Natha wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my temple, despite Arta screaming not to ruin my appearance before we arrived at the court. He looked into the mirror and stroked my neck, over the line of the high collar. "This place seems empty."
"Are you going to give me a collar or something?"
"Mm, kinky," the cold hand slipped behind the collar line and Arta snapped.
"I told you not to make a mess, my Lord!" she stomped her feet to the ground like Zia when she was sulking--I wondered if the succubus actually got her temper from Arta. "I know Young Master is irresistible, but please don't destroy my work."
