Han's voice filled the carriage as he spoke, saying, "Do you like the clothes? I chose them just for you." The carriage, decorated in white and red, was really fancy, moving through a beautiful landscape. The horses pulling it were graceful, just like everything else.
Nellas sat across from Han, looking at the sleeves of the clothes he was wearing. Every stitch, fold, and color showed how much thought was put into them. He gently touched the nice fabrics, showing he liked them.
The special clothes they picked for him looked really classy. The white and red shirt and the rich cape were amazing. Each piece seemed to have a story. The making of the clothes was perfect, showing they were made with care.
"Wait, you picked these out?" Nellas' surprise was palpable, his gaze lifting to meet Han's. The revelation that these finely crafted garments had been chosen with him in mind left him momentarily speechless, his gratitude evident in the way his eyes lingered on Han's face.
