In skillful maids we trust

"Lady Margaret!" 

The moment Leo heard those words and saw the polite smile on the prince's face taken over by a look of a disgust mixed with anger, he pulled his eye away from the wall and looked over his shoulder. 

"Bruno," Leo called out in a low voice before simply nodding his head. "It's time."

A small smile crept up the corners of the young noble's mouth. 

"On it, boss," he called before turning on his heel and leaving the chamber. Before the doors to it could even close, though, an entourage of maids entered it in his place, each of them carrying a handful of clothes, adornments and accessories. 

'Now, for the worst part of the day,' Leo thought, holding himself back from heaving an exhausted sigh before the ordeal could even begin. 

"My lord," the head of the maid group greeted while lowering her head. "We will now proceed to undress you."