Wearing a wig, a lace-decorated outfit, powder on the face, perfume, and high-heeled shoes—this was the fancy dress for men of nobility in the most formal occasions. Li Lin had made a small favor, Roland had been specially granted noble privileges because he had previously fought off the assassination attempt protecting the Princess. Surrounded by envious gazes, Roland's feeling was not pleasant.
The wig was heavy and hot, the gold powder and the latest cologne clung on his face, making the prickly sensation unbearable like walking through a thorny jungle. The custom-made outfit fit well, but the ridiculously heavy weight of the expensive ornaments hanging all over it was uncomfortable as well. Worst of all, his feet in high-heeled shoes suffered excruciating pain as his body weight and all his other gear pressed down on them.
