It was as soft as a feather. Mircea hadn't touched such a fine cloth her whole life-she dreamily gazed at it, the scandalous gown hanging off the curved blade. The urge to don it was overwhelming. Este had given her the dress when she had woken up almost two weeks ago now, as a gift.
Mircea had laughed off at her, saying it would show too much skin, but saints the way she wanted to wear it right now. She could swear the dress would shy off male, even female werewolves residing in the palace. Moreover, it would be weird to wear it on an ordinary as to-day.
Mircea huffed, to hell with it she thought. Her whole wardrobe came from Este's, the ones she had hand picked for her. Back in Slyve Etna had an exquisite choice for gowns, but Este-she was bold. Like Mircea, her gowns were just as fine and revealing.
