Arthea kept scratching her shoulders, the straps of the dress she had to wear made her feel terribly itchy. The delicate smooth crimson silk with a golden trim around her neckline and the silver lining tugging around the waist was way new to her and she struggled to adjust in the kind of cloth she was an alien to.
Her hair was loosened from the bun and her rough hair has gone through sessions of combing to make it silky, pinning the edges of her hair into a small clutch, several of her brown curls were left open.
Arthea wanted to peel herself away from the fabrics, she was used to wear the soldiers uniform tightly fit covering every inch of her body from head to toe and tightly sealed her body unlike the deep neckline gown giving ample amount of space for the collarbones to display.
"Are you okay Alpha King?" One of the Beta's who observed Alexander wriggling in his place quizzed him.
