It took us almost an hour before we reached the marketplace. I didn't get to guess where we were going at that time. First, I don't like the atmosphere the place gives because of what happened just the last time when we were brought here, the prisoners and I were almost executed in public.
He went off the horse first, already proceeding to roam in the market while Atlas helped me to get off of the horse.
"Are you alright Thrysia?" He looked at me with worry.
Is it too obvious from my facial expression that I am not that fine?
"I... am okay, Atlas. I am okay," I repeated.
But the worry on his face didn't vanish. It seems like he isn't believing in me.
"We are here because the Prince was about to spy on the tax collector. Don't worry, what happened to you before won't happen to you any
