After leaving the restaurant, the desert sun was already beginning to tilt westward. The Liban sky glowed a golden orange, casting long shadows between the market tents and sandy buildings.
Cecilia turned to Cedric, holding back her windblown hood as she talked to him. "So… have you decided where you're going to stay while you're here?"
Cedric, who appeared calm despite the bustle of the market, only smiled.
"I can take care of myself. You don't need to worry, Cecilia."
But of course, Cecilia was worried. She looked at Cedric with a frown. "You're a king, Cedric. And now you're in Liban secretly, without any official escort aside from Sir Alvis. If anything happens to both of you—"
"I've been in more danger than you know," Cedric interrupted gently. "And I'm still alive, aren't I?"
Cecilia sighed, then seemed thoughtful for a moment. She glanced at Robert and Fiona, who were standing a short distance away, then back at Cedric.
