"Oh, Lord Philia, you look absolutely radiant. Truly, like a star brought down to earth. I daresay the Crown Prince will fall even deeper for you the moment lays eyes on you in this."
Philia tilted his head, watching his reflection in the towering mirror as the royal tailor made a final, minute adjustment to the embroidery along his waist. The fabric was a masterpiece of fine silk and silver threading, catching the afternoon light in a way that made him appear almost ethereal. It was a suit designed for a celebration, specifically, the grand party to celebrate the success of the Northern subjugation.
