Alaric’s Possessiveness.

"My word, Jean that is not your problem, thank you for caring but you have nothing to worry about,"

Salviana reddened she could tell Jean felt apologetic for not staying with her through the storm, especially after hearing about the scene Salviana had made while waiting for her husband's delayed return.

The two silent maids remained still, their expressions neutral but their eyes sharp. Salviana made a mental note to keep an eye on them. For now, she turned her focus back to the tailor.

"Let's try some of these on," she said, clapping her hands lightly.

Monica stepped forward eagerly, holding up a sapphire-blue gown. "This one was designed specifically with your grace in mind, my lady. May I help you?"

"Of course," Salviana replied, allowing herself to be led to the side to examine the gown more closely.

As the tailor and his apprentice began presenting each dress, Salviana couldn't help but feel a small twinge of excitement.