♛Mademoiselle King, I am struck by your attention to detail, well done *applauds*

Ordinarily, you might think that information like this would send me into a froth of jealous rage, that he would wear my clothes to court a witch while I lay incapacitated and alone on the cold stone floor. The real fury was at the larger issue, that she had plotted this all out and ensnared him, and that we almost lost him forever! What he was wearing, destroyed, presumably to impress her, was a misdemeanor.

Fury. Death for her for her crimes… would have happened, had I not heard the entire story from everyone involved. I heard it in more variation than I would have liked, considering that it all boiled down to – as you put it so concisely – that Louis was completely bewitched by Merrick. So thoroughly bewitched that he did things he would not have ordinarily done. I forgave him his trespasses, and I forgave Merrick for what she did to him, because at the end of it all, she did come to love him, and wanted to give more than what she originally sought to take from him. I felt that she had earned a place in our coven, but perhaps she had bewitched me, as well. She was a powerful witch.

As he’s told me of that particular infraction – and mind you, he is always welcome to the contents of my closet, and it usually charms me when he wears anything of mine – it happened quite by accident. 

If you recall, I was not myself. Louis had visited my quarters and spent some time reminiscing among my things, seeking some clarity from the thick confusion Merrick had spun in his mind by that point, seeking a key that might wake me from my sleep. He put on that suit and tie, and several of my rings, being one of the last outfits he had seen me wear in livelier times, and fell into some contemplation there, in my room. 

When the time called for it, without even thinking to change, he flew to her. So he was wearing it when he met with her.