"You have to wear it! You're his—sla—, I mean Pet," Rymora wrote frantically, her hand trembling as she scratched the words onto the paper with desperate urgency.
"He will be very disappointed if he sees you in anything other than what he appointed for you," she added quickly, before thrusting the note toward Aria with a pleading look.
Aria only glanced at the paper, refusing to take it, her lips pressing into a thin line. She already understood what the maid was trying to say, but still, she asked anyway.
"I can just stay in my room all day, right? There's nothing I'm required to do unless he comes to see me?" she demanded, a deeper frown furrowing her brow as her gaze locked onto Rymora's.
Rymora instantly shook her head, her entire body stiff with urgency, even before her hand darted out to scribble on the paper once more.
Aria snatched the next message as soon as it was offered:
