The streets of Blake Town were alive with the soft murmur of the morning market. Stalls were just beginning to open, the scent of fresh bread and cured meats mingling with the damp, earthy air left behind by dawn. Cobblestone glistened faintly under the rising sun as the two figures made their way down the main street.
Crystal Blake walked at the front, her boots clicking sharply against stone. Dressed in brown breeches cut to perfection, a crisp white shirt, and her golden-brown overcoat, she radiated that effortless nobility only born into bloodlines. Her posture was straight, her ponytail swaying with each confident step. Even without trying, the weight of her presence made heads turn.
And next to her, half a step behind, was Adam.
