The food festival was alive with color, sound, and energy. The air buzzed with excitement, filled with the scent of roasting meats, fresh fruits, and warm pastries mingling together. Freya’s eyes widened as they stepped into the thick of the crowd, her gaze darting from stall to stall, marveling at the sheer variety of goods on display. The festival was a sensory overload, unlike anything she’d experienced in her world.
People moved in every direction, shouting over one another to barter for the best deals. Some stalls were chaotic, with customers pushing and shoving to grab at items that were selling fast. Yet, as Freya walked, no one got near her.
She glanced up at Rion, who walked silently beside her. His presence was commanding, his broad shoulders and towering frame acting as a barr
