Wedding attire?

He tentatively stepped closer and examined it; white ruffles and gold-laced patterns spread across the attire. What is this doing here? Looking around his bedroom, he spotted no one. Frowning, he gently picked up the clothes and laid them on his table.

Adrien was no idiot; the servants wouldn't put this in his room for no reason, knowing that if they made a mistake, they would be thrown out or, worse, whipped till the sunrise. Anger swept through him. He is the prince of Paris, yet no one dared to announce that he is getting married. His father...

He NEEDS to SPEAK with him.

Quickly exiting the room, he headed towards the chambers of his father. As he headed there, Nathalie blocked his path.

"Your bed chambers are the other way." Her cold-like business voice echoed the halls, Stopping Adrien tracks.

"Excuse me." Adrien straightens his back as it seems to challenge her. Then, noticing her mistake, she bowed and said.

"Forgive me. I greet his Royal Highness, Pince of Paris." Nathalie kept her head down to the point where Adrien started to feel bad. He let out a breath and said, "continue."

Nathalie smiled, noticing he was acting like his father, but as fast as her smile appeared, it disappeared. Finally, she stood up and held out her palm towards his bedroom.

"I need to speak with my father." He replied while continuing his walk. However, Nathalie swiftly blocked his way and blocked his path.

"Forgive me, but as your father's royal adviser, I would advise you to make your way to your chambers." holding her palms towards his chambers. "His majesty is currently not here and will reach you when he arrives back at the castle." She said, making Adrien Angry and disappointed. Yet, without another word, he calmly walked back to his chambers and closed the door.

As the door closed, Nathalie sighed and rubbed her face, and leaned back against the cold brick wall. Then, taking a few breaths, she stood up confidently and headed towards his office.

"Your Majesty?" Nathalie knocked.

"Enter." His loud, deep voice startled her for a moment.

"I greet the king of Paris."Nathalie bowed and waited for her king to acknowledge her.

"You may speak." His deep voice echoed the room. She stood up. "It seems the prince discovered his attire."

His body stilled, causing him to stop working. Then, as Nathalie's words sank into his brain, he carried on continuing his work.

"As of right now?" He said while moving pieces of paper around. "I would assume so." She said,

The king let down his pen and looked at the royal advisor. His eyes peered into her, creating goosebumps across her skin. However, she didn't back down and continued to stare at him. He smiled, noticing she wasn't looking away from him. He stood up from his chair and grabbed his coat, heading towards the door. When he reached the door, he stopped.

"The attire was there since this afternoon. Had he been gone the whole day?" He looked back at her, but she bowed her head in apology. He nodded his head and said.

"Find out what he has been doing during the afternoons. We can't afford mistakes for the sake of the kingdom." With that, the king closed the door leaving Nathalie to collect her thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, she began to leave. However, a document caught her attention.

Two candidates? Guess he hasn't chosen the bride. She thought as she put down the paper and left the room. Walking down the hallway, she begins to devise a strategy to catch the rogue prince.