Starfire Halloween Costumes Novels & Stories

The king—because that is who he must be, the one Veron answered to without true deference—gestures toward the clothes. “Change. Leave the gray uniform and the old shoes in the basket by the door. They will be taken and will not come back.” I rise. My hands are steady only because I refuse to let them shake. I gather the new garments and step behind the folding screen. The fabric is finer and cooler than anything that has touched my skin in years. Black. Simple. Severe. The apron is gone. In its place is a clean, unbroken line that marks me at a glance as something other than the gray girls who still scrub floors and share thin beds.