Elyria continued her journey through the human settlement with measured steps, forcing herself to remain calm despite the irritation simmering beneath her skin.
That darned prince. Never in her wildest imagination would she have painted him a pervert.
At least he was gone now.
This time, she avoided narrow alleys, shadowed corners, and anything that might draw unnecessary attention. Though the dark places was perfect for concealing, it wasn't the same in this sinful world.
The remnants of her torn cloak hung awkwardly around her shoulders, and with no better option, she had knotted it around her neck like a scarf, using it to conceal the exposed swell of her chest.
She hated the vulnerability it gave her. She hated even more that she had to flee from humans and be embarrassed by that prince.
The compass in her hand spun relentlessly, its needle jerking in sharp, erratic movements as though mocking her despite her desire to not be controlled.
