The city square was alive with the usual evening bustle—merchants packing away goods, last-minute shoppers haggling over prices, the scent of baked bread and roasted meats lingering in the air.
The sun was dipping lower now, casting long shadows over the stone pathways, and with it, the warmth of the day had begun to fade. A crisp breeze curled through the streets, carrying with it the first signs of the evening chill.
And yet—
Lucavion was not concerned with the cold.
No, his current concern was something far more dangerous.
His wallet.
Because Aeliana—calm, composed, vengeful Aeliana—had decided that if he was offering to buy her clothes, then she would take full advantage of it.
And she did so with the smooth efficiency of a woman who had no intention of holding back.
Lucavion exhaled, standing with his hands in his pockets as yet another set of clothes was added to the growing pile.
How did it get to this point?
