ROYAL THREAD

While Thesra looked every bit the royal heir, Moheazttha stood in her usual attire: a sturdy tunic and pants, her hair tied tightly into a bun, with two swords strapped confidently at her side. Thesra cast a sly glance at her friend, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I'm going to steal your look one day, Mohi.

"Moheazttha smirked. "You already tried once, remember?" she replied, her tone dry.

Thesra was about to retort when a soft knock echoed from the door. Moheazttha turned her head slightly. "Come in," she called out.

A young servant girl entered, her head bowed as she curtsied low. "Your royal highnesses," she began. "Leomere is here." Moheazttha nodded curtly. "Bring him in."

Moments later, leomere entered the room. His eyes widened the instant they landed on Thesra. He blinked several times, seemingly at a loss for words as he took in her transformed appearance.