Oooh, how about fluff 1 "is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?" for henrick?? š
You look at the pile of clothes lying carefully on the bed and sigh. You still haven't got used to having this kind of clothes to wear. Clothes with the finest fabrics that gold can buy and with prints so beautiful they seem to have been designed by the gods.
Even the everyday clothes looked too elegant, too luxurious, too extravagant...
However, you just want something really simple and practical to use. Something that doesn't give away your presence or attract everyone's attention whenever you decide to take a stroll through the gardens or walk through the castle.
Maybe you should talk to Henrick about it, you know he's just trying to give you the best, but maybe the best can be less... flashy and dazzling.
You decide to go look for him in his room, totally forgetting that he's not in the castle. As you enter the spacious, silent room, Henrick's scent invades your senses and you take a deep breath, unable to contain a smile as his scent stirs pleasant memories in your mind.
You start walking around the place reviewing the familiar details of the furniture, the bedding, until you stop in front of the large closet where he keeps his clothes neatly arranged.
You move closer to the closet and open the doors when a thought starts to form in your mind. Henrick has every type of outfit you can imagine, formal wear, everyday wear for balls, parties and official gatherings.
There are still a few outfits he hasn't worn and others you've seen him in and they always looked quite simple and comfortable despite being undeniably made of the best material.
You pick up one of the shirts and run your fingers through the soft, lightweight fabric recognizing it. The color is light blue, with no prints and long sleeves. One of your favorites. Your heart always seems to beat faster when you see Henrick wearing this shirt, the way the color softens his features and makes his eyes look even deeper...
With determination you decide to wear his shirt and then look in the mirror to see how it looks on you. The size fits almost perfectly and the feel of the fabric on your skin as the scent of the shirt mixes with yours makes you smile at your reflection in the mirror.
You are comfortable. Simple. And you have the feeling that somehow Henrick is ingrained in you.
You're so focused on observing and enjoying the sensations that the shirt gives you that you don't even hear when the bedroom door opens and Henrick surprises you in front of the mirror.
"Is that my shirt?" His voice doesn't hide the surprise he feels and when you turn to face him, the smile on your face is teasing.
He approaches you, staring at the way the shirt fits you.
"I don't think the view is bad but what happened to your clothes?"
"They're a little too much for what I want to do right now." You know you have to be honest with him but you can't put the right words together to properly explain what you mean. "I just need something more simple and not like... that.ā You gesture to the shirt you wore before, looking expensive and elegant, lying on the chair.
He doesn't respond Immediately, his eyes meet yours and he seems to read you as he leans closer to you and wraps his arms around you pulling you against him.
"Looks like you need new clothes then." He finally says, looking like he understands the situation. "Clothes you can choose for yourself this time."
You wrap your arms around him too, relaxing in his arms.
"But until my new clothes are ready I don't object to wearing some of yours." you say diverting your eyes to the shirt he was wearing. "I think this one will look good on me too."
He laughs, tightening his arms around you even more.
"I think I can agree with that." He mumbles leaning in to kiss you. "After all, I already share my whole life with you. What are some clothes in comparison?"
