The golden rays of dawn painted the cobblestone streets as Kaden stood at the northern gate, leaning against the cold metal frame. The city beyond the gate was slowly coming alive, merchants setting up their stalls, and guards patrolling in pairs. He glanced at the distant clock tower and frowned. They were late.
He adjusted his hood, partially shielding his face from the morning chill, his thoughts drifting. "Rich kids. Always late, always entitled. Just my luck to have to babysit." He exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin.
Finally, a commotion in the distance drew his attention. Three figures approached—a guard in polished armor and two girls. As they came closer, Kaden's sharp eyes caught the differences between the two girls. They were identical twins, but their contrasting hair colors—one a soft golden blonde and the other a striking crimson red—made it easy to tell them apart.
