Lorraine kept her head down as she walked through the street. Being out of the palace and about without any guard or form of protection was quite an unusual experience for a princess, especially one of her standards. But then again, nothing had remained in its usual state for Lorraine since she stumbled upon that secret late night meeting down in the siege tunnel.
Clad in a brown low-quality gown and a grey cloak which she had the hood pulled up, the princess looked just like everyone else; well, not exactly like everyone else. No sane person in Cyrian would have their hood up on such a hot afternoon as that day’s. And even worse, none of them was walking in the careful measured footsteps of the nobles that had become so ingrained in her that she couldn't do away with it no matter how muc
