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The royal decree, etched on vellum and sealed with a pound of wax, read:

The law was enforced by the Lord Chancellor of Modesty, a man named Bartholomew Pence whose own wardrobe consisted of a single, grey woolen tunic. He patrolled the cobblestone streets with a pair of iron shears, snipping any ruffle, bow, or unnecessary button he deemed "emotionally excessive." frivolousdressorder

Princess Celia, still wearing her Pi dress, sat down beside him. She unpinned one of the infinite blue ribbons and tied it around his wrist. It was a small, irrational, completely unnecessary gesture. The royal decree, etched on vellum and sealed

The only one who seemed unbothered was the Queen’s younger sister, Princess Celia. Celia had always been considered a little strange. She preferred geometry to gossip and algebra to alchemy. And now, with all the frivolous dressers in hiding, she flourished. It was a small, irrational, completely unnecessary gesture

“No reason,” she said. “That’s what makes it good.”

“What’s that for?” he mumbled.

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.