You who are silvering the sands of the desert

16 -NO MORE A MAN NOT ALSO HIS SHADOW

- NO MORE A MAN NOT ALSO HIS SHADOW

*Here I'm*

706 Alto Valendiano - Rabanastre - Royal Palace

After a return full of strong emotions and tension, Chantal was able to relax with a nice hot bath in one of the sumptuous baths of the royal palace, even if the place did not make her feel better.

Some maids had prepared her clean clothes, strictly taken from her wardrobe. She was annoyed by the fact that strangers could have handled her things, when it came to her privacy, she was extremely jealous and possessive.

She had noticed that the maids assigned to her never looked into her eyes and kept their eyes down, they were very afraid of her after they learned that she was the assistant of a judge Magister.

This did not matter at all, on the one hand she enjoyed it because they feared it, on the other it would have kept them at a safe distance from her.

Wearing their own clothes, Chantal returned to her room, when she noticed with some annoyance that her luggage had been opened and placed in special closets.

In addition to that he noticed again, the presence of new speakers and other servants intent on unpacking them, in an irritated voice asked what was happening.

One of the intimidated maids stepped forward to tell her that other things had arrived in her name, in addition to her luggage, and that they had been ordered to fix the contents.

Even more annoyed, Chantal asked who had given this order, the servant answered Judge Magister. He just wanted to say one thing, that this was all Gabranth's work.

The young imperial felt seething with anger, furiously asked what those boxes contained. The young maid answered.

"But that's the rest of your wardrobe." As if that wasn't enough, the servant showed a sumptuous imperial style dress. The workmanship and quality were the best.

Von Rosen asked if there were other things that he needed to know, the servant timidly answered yes. It was obvious that he was afraid of being verbally attacked.

Chantal asked what else the boxes contained besides clothing, the maid told her that in addition to the archadian clothes, there were others from the Dalmatian style that she would have to wear for formal occasions such as palace parties.

He looked at the Dalmasca clothes and blanched suddenly. It couldn't be that. He didn't want to believe it.

The news made her even more nervous than she already was, she had brought most of her wardrobe, well-made clothes but very practical and nothing for formal occasions.

Much of his time was spent in uniform or in civil clothes that were not too demanding. All the elegant clothes remained in Archades. Chantal thought back to the questions the judge had asked her just before leaving about her luggage.

Knowing her he must have realized that he had not worn formal clothes, but only other kinds of clothes. And he had arranged to resolve this situation.

The Archadian clothes could go, but those from the boys were the real problem for her.

From which damned trunk of the forgotten had been recovered?

She was having a big headache, and she certainly didn't want to scream. He wouldn't do her good ... he had to endure, other things required his attention and energy.

He let go of a great sigh, there was no way to escape that thing, in the smallest of cases he would have to wear those clothes only for a few hours and for some event. Then they could also return to the forgotten trunk, along with everything that was the past.