Marc poured water from a pitcher into a basin. He used a towel to wipe himself dry, before splashing his face, and shaving. It was purely mechanical, and could have done it with his eyes closed.
When done, Marc noticed that an outfit was laid out for him. The clothes were ornate, more pomp and circumstance than he was accustomed to… When was the last time I’d worn something like this?
Using the silver mirror, he quickly got dressed. Without any servants present, Marc knew he would assist Susanna with getting into her gown.
“You look handsome,” the Contessa said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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