Kire sat beside him on the sand, sitting close to him so they could share the blanket. She stared out at the water, smiling at the sight. She would never get tired of sunsets. Especially when preceded by a dinner like the one she had just had with him. At his question and remark about the dress, she nodded. “I noticed,” she said with a cheeky grin at him before looking back out at the sunset. “Yes, this would be more typical. I did mention before that I had more flamboyant outfits. But when you’re empress, you have to treat clothes like armor, too. The dress yesterday was meant to show off. The Empress is the matriarch of the nation, so she has to dress the part. Being attractive, sure, but untouchable. And the clothes I wore during the war council, it’s for days when you have to remind the boys who’s wearing the pants and shouldn’t be fucked with.”