The tailor finished noting down the last details under the watchful supervision of Alessandro, who didn't let a single aspect go uncorrected, unadjusted, or unimproved.
“The sleeves tighter,” he indicated calmly. “And the gold embroidery not too ornate. Elegant, not ostentatious.”
“Of course, Your Majesty,” replied Joshua, writing quickly.
Eren watched the scene in silence, slightly overwhelmed… but also impressed. Alessandro didn't speak like someone who was simply organizing a wedding.
He spoke with the authority and care of a father.
Once everything was decided, the tailor bowed.
“You will have the suit ready on time. It will be worthy of the occasion.”
And with that, he left.
The door closed.
The silence that followed was different.
More intimate.
More personal.
Alessandro
