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I took the massive space in—it was at least triple the size of my own closet, and the vast majority was empty. A dozen pairs of white and silver pants hung from the cylindrical beams nearest to the door, but that was it. Otherwise, the space was empty.

“Why is your closet so large?” I asked him, as he tugged the rack in behind us.

He flashed me yet another grin. “I told you I was waiting for my fated mate. Why build a living space that wouldn’t cater to her needs as well as mine?”

That was a valid point, I supposed.

“I don’t need this much clothing,” I said, leaning up against the doorway as he hung my things.

“My people don’t gift the clothing because you need it—they gift it because they want you to have it. I’m sure there will be an uprising if you wear the same thing more than once.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “You’re joking, right?”

“Not in the slightest.”

He lifted the white pants that had been hanging in his closet onto the now-empty rack, and I frowned. “Where are you taking your clothes?”

“They’ve started replacing mine too.” He gestured to a pair of new pants I hadn’t noticed hanging—they were black, with golden thread peeking out on the sides.

“They think we need to match?” I asked, incredulously.

He chuckled. “No. They know you prefer black and gold, and I told Halla that I wasn’t going to wear white anymore. The last thing I want is to remind you of the people who mistreated you, Love.”

I blinked at him. “That’s… really sweet, Namir.”

His grin widened. “I’m a sweet guy.”

I snorted, and he winked at me.

We headed toward the door out of his room, our hands somehow finding each other again and our fingers threading together once more.

Namir tugged me toward the door, still wearing that damned sexy grin. “Come on, Diora. Let’s get them their rack so they can be on their way.”

Chapter14

We returnedthe rack and thanked them again—though Namir was far more vocal with his thanks than I was. He laughed with Halla and her mate a few times before they finally left, and then it was just me and him and a castle full of people moving around, doing their own things.

“Where’s Lavee today?” I asked Namir, as we headed back up the stairs to my room. I still wanted a shower, and to change my clothes. And Namir was still being stubborn about not leaving me alone.

“She does hair two days a week, to keep her skills up. At least, she claims it’s to keep her skills up. I think she just likes to have a break from Jesh and I,” Namir explained, his voice light and playful.

“I wouldn’t blame her for that,” I drawled, fighting a grin of my own.

Namir chuckled behind me as I stepped into my closet.

My gaze swept over the many new items of clothing within.

“Stars,” I murmured, when my eyes caught on the section of clothes that were clearly men’s. And all of them were black, gold, or black and gold.

My fingers trailed over the fabrics, and I finally selected a dress and undergarment pairing that was mostly black, with a few embroidered golden flowers along the hem and moderate round neckline. The undergarment was almost purely golden, but both were made of a buttery-soft fabric that was ridiculously light.

Namir plopped down on the foot of the bed while I slipped into the bathroom, making sure to close and lock the door behind me. He’d seen me naked a handful of times, but naked and washing myself were entirely different.

I showered quickly, careful not to get my hair wet since it had finally dried soft and wavy after being in a braid all night. When I was dried and dressed, I slipped out of the bathroom. Namir’s eyes slid down me, practically burning me with his smoldering stare.

“Do you approve?” I drawled, crossing the room toward the door that would lead out.

He followed me there, catching my wrist before I could slip out. “You’re breathtaking, Love. Wait for me while I shower too?”