Dahlia stood ready, dressed in the traditional attire of the Wonjon Tribe, her thick boots reaching just below her knees. Nylie, who had meticulously braided her long hair, looked anxious. "Your Highness, you shouldn't have altered the dress," she said nervously, eyeing Dahlia with concern.
Ignoring the comment, Dahlia strode confidently into the main courtyard, where Sullivan was deep in conversation with Harris and Cornell. "Sullivan!" she called out.
The three men turned to face her, and the moment they did, shock rippled across Harris and Cornell's expressions. Sullivan, too, froze, his eyes wide as he noticed the glaring alteration to her attire. Dahlia's skirt was scandalously short by the tribe's standards, exposing her knees, and she seemed entirely unbothered by the attention it drew.
Harris and Cornell, both taken aback, quickly averted their gazes, struggling to hide their surprise.
