Lindarion woke up the next morning without a problem. The bedding was incredible, soft enough to swallow him whole like an endless night… though, of course, not quite as comfortable as it was at the palace.
He sat up and slowly put on his uniform. It slid onto him effortlessly, like butter on warm bread—fitting perfectly but still loose enough to be comfortable. The fabric was flawless to the touch.
'Not bad.'
The uniform resembled a blazer, though not quite. The only glaring difference? A huge white number 1 engraved on the right side of the chest, practically screaming for attention.
He strapped his sword to his belt, it looked perfect. Like a small decoration adding a little detail to his simple uniform.
'They could've made it a little smaller… maybe a lot smaller.'
Shaking his head, Lindarion left his room at a relaxed pace.
'Hm?'
