I’m still somewhat sexually satisfied after Bjørnar’s bath surprise when I leave the bathroom to dress for today’s dinner. Mother Green is ready to help me at once. There isn’t an ounce of irritation on her face despite me and Bjørnar taking too long in our bath.
Mother Green hands me a new dress made from the blue and green fabric from Eldar—or Lord Eldarion, as I should say. The dress is pretty, and the seamstresses must have worked on it nonstop since I received the fabrics. The primary color is blue, and the intricate details remind me of feathers sewn into it with the green fabric. It must have taken hours to make the dress, and I hope I can wear it more than once—it’s so beautiful!
“Mother Green? Who made this dress, and can you please thank them for me?”
“It was the two slaves wh
