Liam and Chrises left the restaurant once they were done eating. The morning sun had risen fully now, washing Velaris in soft gold and throwing faint shadows across the busy streets.
People moved about with steady rhythm and quiet chatter. Merchants opened stalls, nobles rode past in small carriages, and guards in polished armor marched through the main roads.
Chrises led the way, and Liam followed behind her with calm steps. Her posture was straight, composed, and purposeful, but he could still sense the faint stiffness in her shoulders—the remnants of her earlier embarrassment. He didn't comment on it. He didn't need to because he knew she would settle down once her mind focused on work.
As they walked deeper into the capital, the scenery changed completely and it felt like they entered a completely different region.
