"My lady," Elgon said in a lower voice, his eyes dropping briefly to the breeches and rolled-down boots she still wore from the previous evening. "Is that how you intend to present yourself to the Lothian Court tonight? The trousers, and boots..." he hesitated, his well-trimmed mustache twitching with the effort of finding a diplomatic way to say what he was thinking.
"They aren't technically proper attire for a lady of your station," Elgon said awkwardly. "Some members of the court might think the Blackwells have returned to their roots as privateers or worse," he said, though he wasn't quite willing to say that she resembled a pirate queen in the making.
