Ren's recovery progressed much faster than anyone had expected. The internal injuries that should have taken a long time to heal naturally now left behind only a faint ache, no longer hindering him from standing. He himself wasn't entirely sure whether it was due to the effects of the bee princess's nectar or the strange recovery system of his body.
Now, he stood in front of a tall mirror in the guest chamber of the palace, staring at a reflection he could barely recognize. The clothes he wore were the formal attire of the Elf Kingdom—a long emerald robe adorned with golden thread embroidery and tiny gemstones along the collar. The fabric was soft, nearly weightless, like silk blended with morning dew. Still, despite its beauty and obvious cost, Ren couldn't shake the awkwardness he felt wearing it.
"This really isn't my style..." he muttered, tugging slightly at the too-tight collar around his neck.
