Cyril's Region (3)

The butler was probably a versatile creature, the result of such rigorous training. Cyril did not even have to say what he needed and everything was readily available in his room. 

"Why, master?" Johan, who had now become Cyril's butler, looked at the pile of clothes to be worn this morning along with the wearer. 

"Nothing! It's perfect and complicated too!" Cyril had no idea how to wear any of this. 

These clothes were almost the same as the ones he had worn to the princess's coming-of-age party, only different in material and decoration. Cyril turned to Johan, who was just as clueless as he was. 

"Bring me my usual clothes from the closet!" Cyril ordered Johan in a quiet voice.