“You’re not wearing those pants again, are you, Highness?” Brielle gave me a look of horror as I unfolded the tunic and pulled it over my head. “If I had been in a gown the other day, I wouldn’t have been able to swim as fast. Besides, I like them.” Her face soured. “You do? But they’re so…male.” None of the men on the Cutter had embroidered tunics. Something she would have realized if she’d left this room. Not that I was going to force her out.
