The morning in Mirath was vibrant.
The cobblestone streets reflected the golden sunlight, merchants adjusted colorful stalls, children scurried among barrels and crates, and the sounds of conversation mingled with the clinking of coins and the distant creaking of carriages. It was the kind of everyday movement that made the town seem ordinary.
But nothing about that walk was ordinary.
Damon walked beside Elizabeth, keeping pace with her with almost casual ease. Eyes came—inevitable, discreet, curious. Some respectful. Others fearful. Others simply fascinated.
He noticed them all.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked softly.
Elizabeth didn't even slow her pace.
"With what?"
"With showing up like this. In the middle of town. In broad daylight. With me."
She turned her face slightly, her smile small and tranquil.
"Everyone knows who I am, Damon. And those who don't, learn quickly." "That's not what I meant."
She arched a delicate eyebrow.
