The weather was better. Finally, the sun was out after raining nonstop the previous day. Abrielle stood in front of the full-length mirror while the maid helped her with her clothes.
It was different from what she usually wore, a bit out of her imagination that a day would come when she wore a pair of trousers. She almost forgot how comfy they felt.
The maids were braiding her hair to make it easy for her to train with it.
"Do you want the braids rolled up or want it down?" A maid asked, her fingers expertly weaving through the princess's hair.
"Roll it up; I think that will be better," Abrielle replied, taking the umpteenth look at her outfit. It seemed like what Cedric normally wears with a bit of a feminine touch.
It's just that she never realized how curvy Abrielle was until now. Her figure was more defined in this outfit it seemed more like she was going to seduce her trainer than even take lessons.
