Chapter 111

The weather was perfect for a hunt—clear skies and crisp air.

When we arrived at the tents, every noble gathered there turned to look at me, and the whispering began at once.

"My goodness—is Her Highness actually wearing trousers today?"

"No—it's still a dress, clearly, but... rather unusual, isn't it?"

"It looks wonderfully practical. Where on earth does one find something like that?"

What I had chosen as my hunting attire was technically a dress in shape—but cut and structured like trousers, with a flowing outer silhouette. Getting on a horse in it was almost effortless.

"There's only one person in the capital who makes something like that—Madame Drouais. Look at the way the fabric moves when she walks—like water over stone."

"Good heavens, another Madame Drouais?"

Correct. A few days earlier, an unexpected parcel had arrived from Madame Drouais—and inside it was this dress, with a note.

—Please give…