The next morning, Rick stood in Godfrey's dressing room. It was filled with lots of clothing, and since Godfrey wasn't a pro at selecting outfits, Rick had to choose for him.
As a butler, he had spent almost a century attending to past Pendragon Heads. For an occasion like this and for someone like Godfrey, he had just what would work.
Naturally, Godfrey would have put on a hood and strolled to the venue without a care in the world.
"Here it is." Rick spun with an attire resting on his forearm.
Without a word, Godfrey put it on.
He wore a cream-white shirt tailored from smooth, flowing fabric. The sleeves were full and slightly billowed, narrowing neatly at the wrists, giving the garment a refined yet effortless grace. A long silk cravat hung from his collar, tied loosely at the throat before falling in twin ribbons down his chest.
