MIREA
As we made our way through the crowd, Arkin made sure to stay as close to me as possible. After all, losing me in the sea of people was something a warrior guarding a princess could never afford.
Not that I was making his job particularly easy, since every few steps, something else caught my attention.
A stall selling handmade jewelry, a performer juggling flaming batons, and a merchant proudly displaying intricate wooden carvings. The festival was filled with countless sights, and after spending so many years attending it only as a royal figure, I found myself unable to resist stopping to look at everything.
At one point, I paused in front of a stall displaying pretty hair accessories that shimmered beneath the warm glow of the setting sun.
“Your Highne—” The moment the words l
