If the queen ever asked, Ivee would assure her that there were plenty of daughters who didn't have such an easy and friendly relationship with their fathers. But since it wasn't asked, and Ivee had no way of knowing what sort of father the king had been, it didn't occur to her that it might be seen as something so foreign.
"There is," she said, opening the door into the family's private living space at the top of the stairs. "Ventest Clothing, right across the road. Seldon owns it, and Sophie's taken over handling the customers."
She closed the door partly behind the queen, leaving it open a bit- mostly to be able to hear if she was called to help, but also to make sure her dad had to smell that wonderful poultry gravy she'd denied him that morning. "They can do custom outfits, yes." She eyed the queen. "How much do you have to your name right now? Might be best to get you some stuff off the shelf altered to fit proper first, just so you have more than a couple of shirts and pants to wear while you wait for them to put together something more personal."