"Eww! What am I wearing? I couldn't believe you made me wear a trouser?" Thalassa's cry reverberated in the small garden in the castle's backyard.
Aurnia and Miciela came forward, stylishly clad in black, fitting trousers with matching high-knee boots, the same as Thalassa. Her sister and Miciela wore striped plaid long sleeves, while hers was a beige color. And their hair was tied in a long braid.
"Then wear a dress while farming if you're so against wearing trousers." She nonchalantly told her sister, crossing her arms.
Her sister sneered at her, and her eyes darted back to her outfit, dusting the invisible dirt on her thigh.
"Who was the insane person who thought farming was such a good idea? I mean, I'm a daughter of the king! Why would I let my hands get dirty? Yelping from disgust, her sister's eyes widened every second. She spread her hands in front of them as if to show that her precious hands shouldn't touch the earth.
