Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

"We should get you dressed up. There is a party starting soon, and then the parade, so we should get ready to go out. Does anyone here have a knack for fashion spells, or should we send for a seamstress?" Queen Jasmine informed Nimue with a cursory glance at the plain travelling cloak she wore.

Rail pointed at Wolfe.

"He's been making my outfits on the spot for the whole week. Everything I've worn to the parties has been an armour spell." She explained.

Wolfe nodded. "Just tell me what you want to look like, and I will do my best."

"Something cool? Can you make me look like a real princess?" She asked.

"Of course. If you follow me back to the apartment, we can get you changed." He agreed.

"Why the apartment?" One of the guards asked, not understanding the process.

"It's an armour spell. It can only be cast over form fitting clothes, and for a Princess look in Wrath Demon fashion, there will be a fair bit of skin showing, so you can't wear much under it."

Nimue frowned. "What about a Princess in the Fae fashion?"

Wolfe smiled and patted her head. "I can come up with something suitable. The Dryads are tropical creatures, so they don't usually wear much clothing. It's warm here too, so you would likely be fine, but I can make you a fancy dress that covers everything. Maybe you would be more comfortable in a Witch's fashion, it's pretty modest."

They hurried down the stairs to get ready, but Nimue froze once she got undressed in the bathroom.

"I can cast it under your cloak if you let it sit loose on your shoulders." Wolfe offered.

"Oh, yes, thank you." She sighed, then stepped out, loosely covered and facing away from him.

Wolfe decided to start with the Witch Princess look that Reiko had worn down to the first Moon Festival, a fancy dress with long wide sleeves, puffy at the top, with a front laced bodice and layers of ruffles on the edges of multiple layers of skirts.

He made it in black, to highlight the lovely russet red of her skin, and added boots with a low heel.

"Give it a spin in front of the mirror, please let me know how you like it." He instructed.

Nimue placed her cloak on the bed and spun in front of the mirror, giggling as the layers of the skirt spread into a wide wedge.

"I can put hoops in it if you like the puffy skirt look. But this is how the Witches wear it." Wolfe explained.

"What does a Dryad version of this look like? A modest one." She asked.

Wolfe altered the dress to be much shorter, and a single layer with no sleeves. It was still black, but patterned as if it was made of one leaf stitched at the back.

"That is the Dryad style, with a bit of added material." Wolfe explained.

"What about a Wrath Demon Princess? I've never seen one before." She asked.

Wolfe made the skirt knee-length, with gladiator sandals, and an armoured chest plate, including light pauldrons on the shoulders and matching black bracers on her forearms. Then he added a long white cape with black and white fur trim and a golden tiara filled with sparkling rubies.

"That's close to what the Queen was wearing when I first met her. How is that?" He asked.

"Do you think it will make her happy? She's offered to do so much for me already, and we just met."

"I think she will find it adorable. Trust me, she will love it."

Adorable and Wrath Demon rarely went together in most Demons' minds, but Wolfe had seen them pout when they didn't get their way. It didn't help that his view was biased from the start, he had too much experience with dangerous women to be innately afraid of the Demons.

Then Wolfe looked the outfit over for a moment, and realized it was missing something.

He stuck his head out the door. "Your Majesty, can someone spare us a dagger?"

Within seconds, one of the guards made his way down the stairs with a simple black dagger the size of Wolfe's arm in his hand and an intrigued expression on his face.

"Can I ask why you need a dagger?"

"To complete the outfit. I don't have much of a selection of fashionable weapons handy." Wolfe explained.

That made perfect sense to the Wrath Demon. Every good outfit needed a matching weapon as an accessory. Without it, you might as well be naked.

Wolfe added a gold necklace and chain belt, both studded with large rubies, and a golden scabbard to the outfit, and then added a [Wind Blades] enchantment at Rank Three onto the dagger, just enough to give it a bit of threat when you were up close.

He placed it in the scabbard and nodded in satisfaction. "Now, we're ready for your grand reveal. Oh, almost ready. I need a penny, where did I put the bag?"

It was in his backpack beside the bed, and Wolfe pulled out a fresh coin, and inscribed the completed outfit on it, then brought out one of the enchanted bed spells and a mana gathering charm.

"These are a gift from me to you, Princess Nimue. Keep them somewhere safe, there's a pocket sewn inside your cloak that will only open for me or you. Then, when you get a chance, you can tuck them in an amulet or something that you never take off. They're the essential spells for a traveller." Wolfe explained.

Nimue brushed the happy tears from her eyes, and wrapped Wolfe up in a hug.

"Thank you so much. Now, let's go see if the Queen likes my outfit. The Queen, the actual Queen, is waiting to see me." She rambled.

"Yeah, it's a bit much to take in." Wolfe agreed.

They returned up the stairs, and Queen Jasmine's apprehensive look turned to one of shock and amazement, then joy as she examined the little Demoness.

"You copied my ornamental battle armour? It's beautiful, she looks just like the Princess that she is. That hair too, the leaves look like they are made of actual gold."

Wolfe laughed and tapped one. "They are, in a way. I coated them in gold coloured armour to make them shine and match the tiara. I hope that the Rubies aren't a rank thing, they were on your outfit as well."

Jasmine shook her head. "No, they just look good. Thank you, Wolfe. Now, off to the party we go."