Chapter forty seven
The silence stretched and Yuta also gave up on the pastries. They were delicious, but his stomach still had that unwanted full sensation.
As the eunuchs dressed him for the day, Yuta found himself in pure silk robes that rubbed his skin in a gentle fashion.
This was so different from the clothes Giyu had arranged in his wardrobe yesterday.
It was very modest and comfortable, covering every part of his body but his neck and palms.
At least, with these he could go outside without being embarrassed, Yuta was thinking that Giyu had a caring side after all, he was completely unaware that his Lordship had emphasized it.
To preserve what was his away from the others' eyes.
Giyu personally arranged jewelled combs in Yuta's silver hair, each one worth a fortune.
Yuta gazed at the item, his lips pursed together, wasn't this too extra for just an attendant?
