Gunter was going to come for him.
Yuè clung onto that sliver of hope as he nodded and smiled, barely paying attention to all the things that Lord Payton pointed out. The world was in slow motion, and they were going frame by frame.
"Here we are," Lord Payton's voice cut through the drowned out sound of the market, pulling Yuè back to his senses. "What is your favorite color?"
They were standing at a large, tented stall, shielded from the snow that started coming down heavy. A dozen glittering rings sat in rows on a table in front of them. The merchant was a grinning and closed eye old man, seeming to be happy to help what he thought were love birds. But they weren't.
Blue was his favorite color, but he didn't want to share anything personal with this man. "Green. Like the moss during spring." He said instead.
Lord Payton twirled the end of his mustache. "You have such splendid jewelry."
