The town was alive with noise—traders shouting over one another, beggars weaving through the crowd, travelers bartering for food or coin. It wasn’t a rich place, but it was just prosperous enough to matter. Which made it perfect. The merchant lord would have to stop here, and when he did, we’d be ready.
I kept my hood low, walking beside Muir through the chaos. No one here had any idea that two royal heirs were wandering their streets—a Water Prince and the Fire Prince himself. If they did, we’d have a riot on our hands.
To his credit, Muir knew how to blend in.
“Adaptability is my specialty,” he’d said smugly when I gave him a look. “A good prince knows how to play any role.”
I’d rolled my eyes, but damn it—he wasn’t wrong. He haggled like a commoner, flirted like a fool, and gathered
