Supper
Princess of Parthia walked out of her given chamber. She had worn a red beaded dress which made a fantastic combination with her black hair and blue eyes. She met her sisters in the corridor, both were wearing beautiful silky dresses. Oria wore a golden thin silky one so suitable with her golden hair. But how strangely those dresses were well-fitted on their body? Not tight, not loose. No seamstress could sew dresses like them very fast without knowing the sizes.
A middle-aged woman led them to the dining hall. There were a round table and twelve chairs around it, filled with all kinds of foods, grilled lambs, chickens illustrated with vegetables. All smelled wonderful enough to make them feel starving. But that made Asaya more worried. He was behaving them very unique and may not hurt her, but what about others?