Eradan looked at the mirror before him and took gentle turns, finding the outfit he wore too stylish. Was this Francis guy a lover of exquisite but disturbing clothes?
"I find this outfit too discomforting... Another would be better. A simple one."
He requested for a simpler one as most of the stylish ones were epitomes of discomfort. The precious stones and jewelries, brilliant but irksome.
He was immediately changed into a new one by one of the maids who refused to let him change by himself. She claimed that the outfit was a tactical one and truly it was. The hooks and buttons were inside out.
Finally, Eradan got changed into a beautiful yellow outfit, as brittle as sunflowers. His blonde hair, a perfect match for it while his sharp blue eyes, like that of the sky, were paired with the azure coloured necklace that adorned his neck. His hair was as usual, tied in a pony tail but with a few strands out. On both sides of his face.
An icon of beauty...
