Chapter 126: The Pillow Awaits
The rest of the day was mercifully calm for the two of them. No serpents, no collapsing walls, no frantic escapes. Just the hum of city life and the luxury of time to themselves.
They wandered through the bustling avenues, sampling roasted skewers from street stalls, browsing through tiny trinket shops, and eventually stepping into boutiques that carried the shine of wealth. Ethan, of course, went straight for the expensive side of things, his eyes immediately landing on finely woven tunics, embroidered coats, and silver-threaded cloaks that screamed nobility.
Lirael watched him with her arms crossed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation playing across her face. "Why do you always prefer noble clothing? You know pretending to be a noble could get you executed on the spot."
