Damien rode through the bustling streets of the capital, returning from a personal trip. The streets were filled with merchants setting up their stalls, children running through the alleys, and townsfolk starting their daily routines. Damien instinctively navigated through them, seemingly lost in a haze.
His mind, however, was not entirely on the task he had just completed. Thoughts of Kellan's troubling insinuations gnawed at him, refusing to be ignored.
As he passed through a narrow alleyway, his keen eyes caught sight of a familiar figure browsing through a merchant's stall from a window.
"Could it be?" He mumbled, steering his horse in that direction.
Was it a coincidence that he found her here while his thoughts were muddled?
