Mali did love a nice silk robe. But was this the occasion for such an indulgence? Granted it was the largest gathering of nobility in a decade, but what would this robe say to his fellow lords?
Mali heard a loud sigh from across the room, but he didn’t turn around. He exchanged the robe for a frock coat and held that up to his chest as he admired it draped across his frame in the mirrored wall of his wardrobe.

Another sigh.

“Is there a problem, my dear?” Mali asked. This time he glanced back and saw his wife pacing back and forth.

“By my mother’s fur, you take longer to get ready than I do,” she said.

The mention of fur reminded Mali that he still needed to groom and preen before getting dressed. His fur was beyond passable, but tonight he needed it to be immaculate. Now it was Mali’s time to sigh. “So much to do, so little time.”

His wife groaned in frustration.

Mali smiled. “Clothes make the man, my dear.”

“If only I were married to a man,” she said as she stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

Mali made a mock surprised face to himself in the mirror. “Well, that seemed uncalled for.”

Then he laughed and grabbed another robe.

(The word prompt today was “Wardrobe.”)

[– 31 Fantasy Characters in 31 Days –]