“Ah your new wardrobe. Thank you for reminding me. I’ll have to speak with the seamstress to come and measure you.” With the privacy the maze afforded them, Gwendolyn reached towards him for his hand. “I wouldn’t dream of having you dress inappropriately for court,” she said, a teasing grin on her lips. “What I wouldn’t give to see you in your new state— all velvet and pomp.”<br/><br/>She paused at a splitting of the corridors, looking both right and left as she tried her hardest to remember which was the correct way to turn for the forget-me-nots.<br/><br/>“Shall you go east while I go west?”