As the wife of the forgotten prince nobody cared what I wore during my free time as long as I was 'properly dressed' during meals, morning tea with the queen and other princesses, and on the rare occasions where Al and I were required to make public appearances. They would dress me up like a Barbie but as soon as I was free it was back to my comfy casual wear.
One day a week later as we were curled up in the library reading in adjacent chairs Al reached over and rubbed my sleeve on his cheek.
"What are you doing?"
"You seem so happy in these. I want one too. You're right, it is soft…"
I laughed. He was jealous of my sweaters? Well, they were probably the least stiff article of clothing he had ever seen as a royal. Poor Al.
"You can order one when we go back to pick up the rest of my things. These are mine."
"I can't even borrow one?"
"I'll think about it."
