The royal decree, etched on vellum and sealed with a pound of wax, read:
It was a masterpiece of ambiguity. Did it ban dresses that were frivolous? Or was the order itself frivolous? The courtiers, terrified of the Queen’s unpredictable moods, chose the harshest interpretation. frivolousdressorder
Bartholomew Pence dropped his shears. They clattered on the marble floor. The royal decree, etched on vellum and sealed
The Queen watched from her itchy brown sack. For the first time in weeks, she smiled. The dress was absurd. It was magnificent. It was a beautiful, silent rebellion against the grey. The royal decree
Lord Pence stared, his shears trembling in his hand. “That... that spiral has no practical application!”