The bustling town of Eldermire was alive with vibrant chatter and the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from nearby market stalls. Layla walked with purpose down the cobbled streets, her cloak pulled tightly around her. Despite the anonymity the cloak provided, her regal bearing still turned a few curious heads. Raziel followed closely behind, his sharp gaze sweeping the streets for any sign of trouble.
"Are you sure about this? We could've sent someone else to fetch the gowns. There is no need for you to take such a big risk yourself."
Raziel asked, his voice low.
Layla shook her head.
"I want to choose for myself. If we're making a statement, it needs to be deliberate."
Royal bowl was not like any other occasion that could be snubbed. It was a place where one needed to do their best to stand out.
Naturally, Layla was no different in her desire to prove herself.
