hungry thirsty roots: 04

The Goblin Lord did not take the silk dress away from her. She guarded it jealously, didn’t leave it where any lesser goblin could take it while she slept. She washed it in the tub before she washed her hair, and sometimes wore it wet. Without laces to make it fit, it was shapeless and large enough that she could rearrange it to protect her from direct contact with her blankets.

Clara resented his having let her wear it in the first place. Everything else hadn’t seemed so bad until she had the contrast. Surely he’d had something else he could have covered her with.

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