"So the reason we're here is to track down your long lost brothe— I mean, imposter?" Arabella asked, her tone hovering somewhere between curiosity and disbelief as she stood at the center of the bustling town square.
For the first time in what felt like ages, she was dressed plainly, a simple dress, her hair bound back with a white headband. A light coat hung over her shoulders, though the air was already warm enough to make the fabric unnecessary. She had protested, insisting the weather didn't warrant it, but Cassius had been immovable on the matter, brushing off her complaints with his usual dramatics about how "cold could kill."
At this rate, people will think I'm terminally ill with how obsessively he guards my health, Arabella thought with a huff.
