Wife to their king.
This phrase kept ringing in my ear, undaunted by my picking of clothes from the community's mall.
It is smaller than the malls in the human world, but at least they had one, my pack had none. Clothes were bought from the human malls.
"Maya, don't you like the clothes?" That was Laura. I wasn't aware that she had been standing beside me all this while.
I nodded, then shook my head when I thought that she might misinterpret my nod.
I liked the clothes, all of them. They were comfortable and beautiful. Laura had mentioned at one time during the tour that some of them were made with magic. They were of course costlier than the others, due to their value, but she had managed to snag me two. A sweater, and scarf.
