"Hmm… you go ahead and change," Drystan said as they arrived at the bridal chamber.
During their walk down the hall, he had noticed the shadows of three people discreetly following them. Not wanting to alarm Sylvia, he decided to keep the matter to himself for now.
"I can't undo the dress myself. I need someone to help me," Sylvia admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion.
The ornate dress, with its layers of kirtle, gown, surcoat, and tightening corset, along with the heavy headpiece, had worn her out.
"I'll help with that," Drystan offered.
"Why would you do that? My personal maid usually helps me with this," she replied, surprised.
"No need to bother her with this trivial task. Rather than waiting for her to arrive, we might as well handle it ourselves. It's not like I've never done it before," he said confidently.
