As planned, Lena helped me get changed while Sam said he would be back so he could escort me to the family dinner. We agreed he would return once I finished.
"Can we skip the corset?" I glanced at Lena as she cinched my waist.
Lena stopped and shifted her gaze at me through the full-body mirror. "Your highness, should I just prepare your training outfits instead?"
"Oh!" I intoned. "That's an excellent suggestion! Let's do that."
"Your highness…" Lena sighed helplessly as the corner of her eyes welled up. "You've been wearing your training suit for the past half a year. You don't doll up anymore, and it's worrying. This is the only time you will wear a dress again. How can you dine your his and her highnesses wearing your training suit?"
"Lena, I'm a Bearer, so honing my strength and skills is a must."
"But you just got married!" Lena pouted, puffing her cheek. "His Grace, the Duke, shouldn't let you hold a weapon."
