Ren executed a flawless landing near a commercial transport hub.
He bypassed the enclosed carriages entirely and just rented a sturdy beast of burden. It made absolutely zero sense to plunge her right back into a dark, isolated box after forcibly dragging her outside; yet hauling the royal matriarch over his shoulder through the packed streets would have been completely impractical and deeply humiliating for both of them.
Very few citizens actually possessed the capacity to recognize her face… Lutea had spent decades locked away in her gilded corner, rendering her practically anonymous among the common populace. Nevertheless, she remained a sovereign figure, and carrying her like a sack of grain through a crowded metropolis was neither appropriate nor logistically sound.
The singular variable Ren completely failed to calculate was his own massive notoriety.
And that miscalculation became glaringly obvious the moment his boots hit the cobblestone.
