Beatrice POV
We wandered from stall to stall. I bought ribbons and a book of poetry and a new knife that Kaelen insisted I needed. My brothers bought things too, though I suspected it was just an excuse to keep me browsing.
At a fabric stall, I found a beautiful green cloth that matched Darius's eyes. I ran my fingers over it.
"For you?" the vendor asked. She was young, maybe my age. "I have more in the back, enough for a full formal jacket."
"How much?" I asked.
She named a price. I pulled out my coin purse, but Silas was faster.
"Send it to Wynterhold," he told the vendor. "Along with whatever else the princess wants, put it on the family account."
"I can pay," I protested.
"You can," he agreed. "But I want to, let me spoil my little sister."
I bought the fabric. And some blue
