"You are not wearing that,” Fenrir growled, and Astrea brushed her fingers over the golden chains that covered her chest. They gave minimal coverage to her breasts and were getting under the King's skin by the looks of it.
"Excuse me?" she tilted her head questioningly. "Since when do I need your permission? Remind me."
"Since–"He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply through his nostrils, knowing she had a point. "Since you are in my territory and have to respect the East and its traditions."
"So much for ‘everyone is free’ here!" She rolled her eyes, not making another move but shifting her gaze to Devoss. "Is this offending you?"
"As a true Easterner, I have to say that I do not feel offended!" Devoss interjected and received an angry glare from Fenrir.
"That's not a top!" The King i
