Arthur stepped out of the bathtub, lightly dried himself off and wrapped himself in a towel. A few clothes had been set aside for him to wear.
Lately, the Lady-In-White had taken to picking out the clothes he was to wear. Arthur didn't really mind. The kind gesture saved him the trouble of having to pick them out himself.
That… and she was much better at picking out clothes than he was.
The prince picked up the silk tunic she'd chosen and felt the soft teal fabric… 'Was this really in there? How did I miss this?'
He donned the cloth and revelled in the fine texture and the loose fit that felt more like a heartfelt hug than a strangling chokehold. 'Definitely better than those 'turtlenecks' my brother likes so much,' he scoffed to himself.
"You value comfort when picking out my clothes, don't you?" the prince observed.