They continued walking, the narrow streets gradually widening until they found themselves in a bustling square. The space was filled with people, all of them seemingly drawn to this place during the rare hours of light. Market stalls lined the edges of the square, their tables piled high with goods—exotic fruits, colorful fabrics, handcrafted trinkets, and freshly baked pastries that filled the air with a tantalizing aroma.
Ryu guided Cerys toward a small, unassuming food stall tucked between two larger ones. The stall was run by an older woman with silver hair tied back in a loose bun. Her eyes lit up as she saw Ryu approach, and she immediately straightened up, a broad smile spreading across her face.
"Your Majesty!" the woman exclaimed, her voice full of warmth and surprise. She looked from Ryu to Cerys, her smile widening. "And who is this beautiful lady? Are we going to be getting a queen soon?"
