“Do you even know what you’re doing yet?”
Aster looked up at Nathalya as she posed the question. His fingers trailed across a sheer, beaded fabric that glistened like starlight. For a second, he considered the question, looking across the table full of bolts of white and pastel fabrics of all sorts.
“Well,” he mused. “I liked the design you drew up the other night…?”
Nathalya shook her head. “Aster, the thread we’re weaving…?” She tilted her head, and the tone in her voice indicated this wasn’t about his wedding garb.
Ah. He glanced over his shoulder. The chambers he’d invited Nathalya and her wife to stay in were in the main castle keep, but he’d had all this fabric sent in from town, and the only table that could hold all of it was in the dining hall. The King’s guards were everywhere. It would be best if they spoke discreetly, like Nathalya said when they first began.