"It is almost time for supper," Didier answered, looking at th now cleaned up Prince. There certainly was no mistaking him for a man now, despite the long hair and willowy frame. If they played along with his father's marriage idea, they would certainly have to hide this better. Which reminded the redhaird man, that they had not yet agreed to go along with it yet.

In the mean time, the tailor set hia stuff down and began to arrange it all, surveying the foreign prince for his size, "I beg lardon your majesties, but do you see a style here that suits you?". There were tunics and frilled shirts, balloned pants with tights, silk brocade vests and peplum tops. Didier looked at the outfits that were laid out and reached out to touch them, then thought better of it and dropped his hands to his side.

Didier had a secret love of fabrics and fashion. His own blue tunic and trousers made of finest cottons and materials they could find. The tailor Didier had brought was his own personal tailor, one who was highly regarded in the kingdom.

"Perhaps, if you have thought about my long, one- sided conversation from earlier, you might choose accordingly." Didier said politely, trying not to sound pushy.