The Alpha King's Vengeful Warrior Mate
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Kaelara dipped her head gratefully. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Barely ten minutes later, another servant returned carrying neatly folded warrior attire specially tailored from royal training garments.
It was still far finer than anything Kaelara had ever owned, crafted from soft black leather reinforced with flexible silver stitching, fitted trousers, sturdy boots, and a light tunic bearing no royal insignia.
She accepted the clothing with genuine satisfaction, a faint smile touching her lips for the first time since waking.