I had dressed up in more casual wear than on other days. My outfit hold less accents around the edges, lacing on my sleeves looked rather plain. I probably appeared like a regular noble lady, but I didn't complain. The only remnant of my current status was the visibly expensive texture of the fabric - silky and sewn with perfection.
Edmund looked like his old self, back in his younger days. Today he had chosen to wear my gifted scarf, for which I was extremely happy. It really suited him, together with his dark blue jacket.
I watched his masculine contoured face reflect the afternoon sun. Edmund's dark hair were shining, few strands were taken by the wind and made him look as casual as we both were dressed.