I muttered. I went to run my hand through my hair and let out an irritated hiss when I remembered that it had been woven into thick, intertwined braids. I’d never been subjected to this sort of feminine grooming, even when I was a princess. I put my hands on my hips and blew an artfully arranged tendril of hair out of my face. “Disgusting.” “Not feeling well?” I jumped at the sound of Marshall’s voice, embarrassed at being caught talking to myself. I turned to face him and his eyes widened. His gaze swept me from head to toe and he started grinning. “What?” I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. He crossed the room and offered me his arm. “The color suits you, darling.” He didn’t look too bad himself, dressed in a formal suit and a green silk vest that brought out the color of his eyes. I glanced down at my dress. It was subdued, but beautiful; the autumn shades a perfect match for my brown eyes and rust colored hair. I was sensing a theme. “Ibbe picked out your clothes too?”
