Noelle walks through the bustling streets of the capital, the vibrant energy of the marketplace enveloping him. He asked Thorne to drop him off on his way to the royal palace, and now he strolls among the crowds, with Doris dutifully trailing behind him. He pulls the hood of his robe lower, shielding his face from prying eyes as he navigates the lively scene. The scents of street food waft through the air, tempting him to sample the various delicacies on offer.
As he wanders, his attention is suddenly caught by a commotion nearby. He spots a beautiful older woman, her rich brown skin adorned with intricate markings, being pushed to the ground in front of a tent. She stands up, brushing off her clothes with an air of dignity, and when she turns, their eyes meet. Her striking purple eyes shimmer with a unique intensity, captivating Noelle.
