Atheline was currently being stabbed not lethally though. But he was beginning to have concerns and complaints.
The tailor, handsome tall, dark-haired with green eyes, circled him again, measuring tape in hand with a terrifyingly focused expression.
He stood motionless. Mostly because every attempt to move resulted in immediate correction.
"Stand straight , your highness."
"I am standing straight."
"Straighter, you're moving around and that will only make things harder for all of us."
Atheline looked toward Lilith, seeking support but he found none whatsoever. The queen sat comfortably nearby drinking tea. Watching him as though he were part of a circus play with how clearly entertained she looked.
She was the one who had invited the tailor and pushed him without prior notice. She had even cut his study short just for this and here she was, enjoying his misery.
'Traitor'
Atheline pointed accusingly.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
