Shopping for a wedding gift was supposed to be a simple task. But when you're Leora, Queen of Organized Chaos, and you bring along your horned, mischief-loving spouse Zephara, nothing goes as planned.
I strolled through the bustling streets of the market, a mix of refined boutiques and quaint stalls brimming with trinkets and treasures.
Beside me, Zephara walked with her usual air of smugness, her red eyes scanning the wares like a predator stalking prey.
"I still don't see why we can't just give them money," she grumbled, crossing her arms.
I shot her a glare. "Because, Zephara, this is my granddaughter's wedding, not some random demon's coronation. Money is so impersonal. They deserve something thoughtful."
Zephara smirked. "Thoughtful? Like the time you gifted me that cursed dagger?"
"It was practical," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "And it worked perfectly against those pesky shadow wraiths, didn't it?"
