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TWENTY THREE | Black.

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TWENTY THREE |

"High Priestess of dark coven typically wear black. It is the favoured colour among us and, as our leader it is the one colour you must wear at all times. Worry not, I bought you enough cute, black outfits to last you forever," Rosaline chirped gesturing towards the heap of clothing on my bed.

I frowned slightly, "Wait – why do I have to wear black?"

"Don't think too much about it. For now, why don't you have a hot bath? This morning must have been a lot for you – in the afternoon you have to meet up with Thomas. Take the time to relax and proceed with some self-care," she hummed thoughtfully.

I sighed, "Fine – Balfer are you coming?"

"Pi-ku!"

I slipped into the bathroom, turning the tap to fill the tub then soon I stripped and dipped into the warm water that cascaded over my body. Balfer shifted into the form of a frog, finding his place on the edge of the tub.

"Self-care," I mused over Rosaline's previous words, "I wonder how often I'll be able to do that. With so much to do, I should just enjoy it while I can."

Balfer croaked in agreement.

A sigh pushed past my lips and I looked up at the ceiling. Not to mention the stupid notion that I had to wear black all the time. I felt like a royal from the Elizabethan era with less freewill and more rules.

Not to mention more danger no doubt.

"Bishop, hurry up. Everyone's here for the meeting," Thomas's voice echoed through the door not even ten minutes after I had begun to soak.

I sat up, water shifting around me, "Everyone who?"

"Wyren Spliid, Havak Glover and me. Hurry up, we'll meet you in your office," Thomas sighed as if I should already know this knowledge.

I leaned back, my mind whirling as if a clock with freshly oiled gears. Wyren Spliid – I remember that name. She was the one I picked to be our historical recorder. Which meant she'd be in charge of the books of the past and the future.

I also recall she had missed our first meeting, Thomas had said that was expected, however I don't remember seeing her the night of the coronation either. The woman was definitely shrouded in mystery that was for sure.

I stood, water droplets falling off me like the end of an April storm and I wrapped a fluffy black (why was I not surprised) towel around me before unplugging the tub's drain. Balfer shifted into a cat and silently followed me out of the bathroom.

"Alright," I grumbled to myself, "What black should I wear today?"

My eyes scanned over the piles of black clothing that were now neatly folded on my bed in sorted piles. It seemed Rosaline really went all out with shopping and I wondered how the woman could afford all this clothing.

I ended up picking a pair of leggings and a silk black button up that had a cute little collar and lace sleeves before I pulled my hair back into a braid. It was still wet and I really did not want to drip all over the place. I finished the outfit with slipping on a pair of black ankle boots then held my hand towards Balfer.

"Pik-mew!" he purred gracefully making his way up my arm to curl around my shoulders.

I giggled thinking about how the familiar made a good scarf and gently ran my fingers through his soft fur. His purring vibrated through my skin and tickled at my bones, making me hold back from giggling.