Elara went to get Serena's formal Drakenfell wear out of Dexmon's quarters.
She couldn't borrow, because it was made for her specifically to match the other warriors.
It was similar to a training suit, but with slightly harder shells that were still thin as parchment, but stronger and built for battle. The suit was black, with a Drakenfell sigil. Her cloak was crimson red, matching.
Serena stepped into the suit. It was still not skin tight as it should be but it fit and accentuated her curves.
Elara did her makeup, and pulled her hair back. Thick with waves and pieces framing her face.
"Elara… why is our makeup so dark?"
"We're in mourning," Elara answered with a serious voice that made Serena laugh despite everything.
"I really want to give the crown back. I will still protect Drakenfell," Serena said. She looked at Elara. "I don't want it."
"Understood. You have to represent King Tiberon, who has been nothing but hospitable to us."
