Elara's mind scanned her current files for a single second before she spoke. "The document detailing your wedding attire. You have not specified what you intend to wear. A suit, or a dress, or something else? I require the exact specifications for the imperial tailor."
Julian stared at her, the sheer absurdity of the question catching him entirely off guard. A slow, deeply sarcastic smirk began to creep back onto his face. "I am going to wear a grand ballroom gown, Regent."
Elara nodded once, her expression deadpan and completely literal. "A perfect choice. The volume of the skirt will provide a strong visual presence on the dais."
She paused.
A delayed data point clicked in her mind. She looked at his mocking smirk, her eyes narrowing by a hair. "Wait. Are you taunting me?"
Julian let out a sharp, breathless laugh, grabbing his own head in absolute exasperation. "I don't know what is deeply wrong with you today, Elara, but I will give you the detailed wardrobe plan soon."
