The Journey
Everard was standing in front of the huge mirror in his bedchamber. A maid was helping him tie his hair into a small ponytail because he thought that they would only distract him if he let them float around his sweaty face.
While the maid was busy tying up his hair, he looked at his relatively pale-looking clothes and asked Jerome, “Does this look common enough? Nobody will recognize me, right?”
Jerome looked at the King’s reflection in the mirror and nodded. “Yes. I think it looks like something an average nobleman would wear.”
“Nobleman?” Everard raised his brows slightly and then asked while staring back at Jerome’s reflection, “But I thought you wanted me to look like a commoner.”
Jerome was the one who had approved the clothes for the King. So, he said, “I thought that if you dressed like a very poor man, others could look down on you if you were to find yourself in any difficult situation. So… I think this looks perfect.”
“Ah! Alright.”