The town was alive with noise, the bustling streets filled with the scent of roasted meat, spices, and fresh bread. Merchants called out their wares, their voices blending into the hum of conversation and laughter. It almost felt normal.
Almost.
Aamon and I had spent the past hour trying new foods—some delicious, some outright strange—but I found myself enjoying the distraction. He was still as insufferable as ever, but his constant teasing kept my nerves from fraying completely.
"You're telling me you've never had saffron honey pastries?" Aamon asked, holding one up like it was the greatest thing ever created.
I sighed, taking a hesitant bite. The sweetness flooded my senses, the honey thick and warm against my tongue. "Okay, I'll admit, that's actually good."
Aamon grinned, looking
