Assar
Assar sat at the raised table and pulled uncomfortably at his collar. True to her word, Oksana had commissioned an extravagant suit for him to wear to the coronation. He had protested vehemently when she had first shown him the outfit, but after some convincing on her part, he had agreed to wear the ridiculous get-up.
The top was a black coat with a red-trimmed collar that stood upright. Running down the front were two long strips of red that sat on either side of his torso. While the coat was form-fitting, the bottom portion of the coat flowed down around his legs like a cloak. He wore a matching pair of black pants with red and gold trim running down the outer portions of his leg. Oksana had been elated seeing him with the outfit on. He had been decidedly less so.
“Oh, come now Assar! It can’t be that bad.” Oksana called out as she smiled over at him.