Noah
I raised my hands in the royal fitting room, allowing a man that I had no idea who he was, to wrap the tape around my arms, wrists, and chest and give me certain instructions which I adhered to, perfectly.
"Make it loose at that point. " I heard Madam Clarissa instruct him and my lips opened to let out an inaudible groan.
When he left, I turned and put down my hands.
I noticed Clarissa's sharp gaze on me as she circled me like a fox staring at her prey.
"Your posture isn't perfect. Lift your shoulders. " She demanded, standing right in front of me with her neck raised.
She seemed so short as she had to raise her neck to look me in the eye. I stared at her small eyes that gave her an intimating look. I rubbed a hand along my lips, resisting the urge to burst into laughter.
"Lift your shoulder," she repeated, again, "My Prince. "
"Is this necessary?" I asked, crossing my hands to touch my arms.
