09-22-2017, 05:29 PM
"What, I was expecting to see the tailors fuss over you." He smiled, then sneezed a few times. The tailors, knowing their king had arrived, redoubled their effort in drenching themselves in perfume and powder, and the king obviously wasn't a fan of it. His nose had protested enough. He looked at the crowd of women and felt extremely awkward. Greyson would prefer hanging around stinky men than a group of ladies with their high-pitched voices, which always reminded of Flora. "Sorry, I have changed my mind... let's see if I could get a little bit more done in the office so I could join you straight after dinner." He said apologetically, almost sorry for leaving Emmet with this group. Emmet looked like he was maanging well though, and he just swiftly slipped out of the room. He, however, lingered his gaze a little longer on a turquoise colored fabric, thinking it would accompany well with Emmet's eyes.