Junia's pov
"This is ridiculous" I said to Ashmaris who was busy straightening out my dress. I was putting on an ordinary dress.
And when I say ordinary dress, I mean the type of dress I have seen on the people of no title in the streets.
Ashmaris laughed as he stood up straight to help with my hair, he ignored the fact that I was glaring at him. He was also wearing male clothing, the same as the commoners.
"This is not what I thought you meant by going on a stroll in Ashmaris, wearing what— are we trying to conceal identity here?" I asked him, I was annoyed but I can't even get angry at him to an extent.
"Perfect" he murmured, tapping in my nose.
"It is not perfect" I said, glancing down at the dress.
"I didn't mean the dress, I meant you" he said, his hand finding its way to my cheeks and I blushed smiling.
"Do we have to go on a stroll looking like this?" I asked again, I can't even get why he wants to go on a stroll like this.
