Chapter 7: The Shifter Show

*Gravestone*

Even in the most unassuming clothing I could find for her, Belasarius still found a way to be absolutely beautiful. Her light brown hair was tied up in a ponytail that cascaded down over her right shoulder like a waterfall, the simple clothes I bought for her, a lacy, baggy shirt, a small hood atop, and traveling pants, so inconsequential were I to find them on any other woman, looked stunning on her.

It helped that being free of the trappings of the castle and the pressures of her role within it was visibly akin to lifting a weight off her shoulders. As she stepped out of the changing room and presented her new look to me, she moved with a grace of someone suddenly a hundred pounds lighter. “How do I look?” she asked, as if I could sum it up in mere words. I do not know exactly at what point in the past two weeks I had begun to view her this way, but something about it felt right. Like this was in fact how this relationship was supposed to be.