"So let me get this straight," said Lars, "You want me to murder your husband because he executed your brother for treason?" The purple man sat at the table, now fully dressed, looking at the seelie queen in shock. He was dressed in a white, v-neck shirt which revealed his collar bone and the cleavage of his firm pecs. The low collar of his new shirt contained small laces that zig zagged across the opening. His sleeves were quite baggy while the cuffs were snug around his wrists. His tight, high waisted trousers were a deep shade of hickory brown while the buttons were a shiny, gold color. The purple man was also wearing a matching brown blazer. He had shiny, ankle length, lace up boots which were charcoal grey.
Cynith nodded, "Yes, that is correct." She smiled, "So what do you say? Are you up for it? I'll give you whatever you want as compensation." She lifted her little, porcelain teacup to her lips and took a sip of her caffeinated, sepia beige drink.
